It’s been a few months since I’ve moved into this apartment & if you’ve been on this blog you know about my surrounding neighbors. They are horrible. I hate having to deal with the motel that inhabits the worst of the worst of humans, The house next door with the stupid barking dogs that don’t stop…ever. Finally the stupid assface that lives above my poor friend, adjacent from me. She is fucking crazy. She would be the reason nobody should do drugs. She no longer works & has various strange men venture in and out from her porch that supply her items from the outside world. She is frail, skinny, & has been doing drugs for a looooong ass time. She could have had a starring role in the movie Spun. She makes so much noise that it annoys the fuck out of my friend & I. I have asked to be quiet but because she is so high, she won’t remember. She is stupid for putting trash in the recycling bin. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. Why do these people exist to make people like me miserable? I wish that I could move away but I simply don’t have the funds to leave. Uggg. Do you have a story to tell about a neighbor from hell? Let’s just vent together….
Monica is…still laughing out loud.
I have been on a quest to find a new robe. You may be wondering what the picture above has to do with this. Well, It’s been a looooong search.
Before I would have gone to Bloomingdales & just called it a day, but since the money ain’t flowing anymore, I find myself bargain shopping in the most depressing places. It’s really cruel when you have become accustomed to shopping in certain stores & have to downgrade to save a penny. I will only allow myself an “old” luxury item here & there, but it’s hardly satisfying. I needed a robe badly since I had to retire “old faithful” due to overuse. The robe has become as important to my life as visiting gossip sites. They both comfort me on a bad day & I feel naked without them. The robe is my household uniform & a way to keep warm in this cold ass, uninsulated apartment. So, I figured I’d find a cheap one at Target, but they had stupid patterns & weren’t soft. Strike 1. There was a C- mall near Target & decided I had nothing else to lose but look. I hate going To Victoria’s Secret, but I figured they’d have some semi-decent robes. I was quickly attacked by a sales girl with hand lotion & a bottomless sales script. I couldn’t get away in time & I left the store smelling like a stripper. Strike 2. I was growing tired from walking through the shitty mall near Target, & just when I was gonna end the search, I saw Jc Penney. Score! I swear, everytime I walk into this store it never fails for a cheap laugh. I find this place mighty amusing. This place is an alternate universe stuck in the 80’s. The sales people are beyond horrible, the place smells terrible (more like pee), kids are always hiding between the racks, & I always find the scariest looking clothing. I didn’t find a robe at all, but I had to take a few pictures of these giant harnesses & polyester house suits. The old people shot me dirty looks as I chuckled loudly & my camera phone made the shutter sound. Hehe…
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