August 4, 2009

I will continue with my review of July's activities tomorrow. Now I need to vent a little about why I hate my apartment building.

For the umteenth night in a row I came home from work to find the crack whore - oh, I'm sorry - I mean, Internet Entrepeneur Mogul, who lives upstairs out on the stoop in her nightgown, smoking. (My co-worker said I shouldn't call people crack whores and he's right - so we've decided she probably does internet porn or something and that's why she's parked outside the door smoking 24/7.) The young woman that lives across the hall has taken to having LOUD sex with her boyfriend, not in her bedroom, which would be the furthest part of her apartment from mine, but immediately on the other side of her front door. It sounds like they are doing it in my living room right next to me! (Actually, the guy is the loud one.) Well, late tonight I had a new treat...a guy standing up against the side of the building smoking and a big guy LAYING on the steps passed out. I drove around and parked at the opposite side of the building to go in the other door and when I get to my apartment I see the 2 guys have the door at the other end propped open and the guy who was passed out is now leaning over the step railing vomiting into the parking lot. At this moment I can hear them in the hall, one yelling 'Stop! Get off me! Get off me!' while the other sounds like he's crying.

The cops just arrived! Swell. It's a great location, but obviously, there are issues. Time to buy a house!