Monica is…cursed with the neighbor from hell.

maybe I will leave this in her mailbox

Maybe I will leave this in her mailbox.

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….

she isn't being "eco"

She isn't being "eco". I hate her.

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Monica is…aging.


Its Saturday. Its my birthday. I actually hate birthdays. I have death flu, still. I guess I deserve it for hating birthdays. I was supposed to go on a mini trip with my boyfriend and the band he’s in, but this plague has continued to kick my ass, & sadly I hear that RiRi & Chris Brown are back together. Why? As if Chris Brown’s career hasnt completly burned itself already, now hers too. I decided to shift the rage I had for him to her. Dumbass. Here in the ghetto, especially at the E-Z motel, I hear somebody getting their ass kicked at least 3 times a week. Its not a shock anymore. It usually involves the same people. My favorite by far is ironically a Caribbean couple. The cheating husband probably doesn’t come home & at around 3am the screaming wife drives into the parking lot, gets out of the car and calls out to him to “get your muthafuckin ass down from the whore”. He proceeds to come down the stairs, from a grime-infested sex fest with one of these women that seriously look like they’ve been run over several times. Okay a million times. Skeezy on the real. They scream & at each other for what seems like hours while my boyfriend & I lay in bed, with the motel light shining in our sleepless eyes. No I haven’t been out all night, but I have to lie to co-workers, to mask the unrelatable circumstances as to why my eyes look like shit. Yep, thats how we roll on Western avenue.