Oh the fake spirit of Santa Claus or whatever fictitious gift-giver makes shit like this happen! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
The bitch upstairs is moving out right now!!!!
Her and her posse are loading up the truck and movin' to Beverly! Well, probably not since they haven't likely discovered "black gold...Texas tea" or anything like that. I think their skippin'. Serves the landlord right for renting to lowlifes.
The website doesn't list the apartment as becoming soon available which is why I think they are either breaking their lease or have already been evicted and the landlord is awaiting their departure before listing it online. Plus, I mean, it's the middle of the month. Who's lease ends then? I guess it's possible, but I reckon it's not the case.
It doesn't matter though. All I know is that my prayers to the Great Spaghetti Monster, if I ever had subconsciously made them, have finally been answered.
Goodbye constant goosestepping footfalls above my head.
Goodbye periodic floods from above when she'd get stoned and let the tub overflow.
Goodbye perpetual clouds of cigarette smoke wafting down from her porch enveloping my place.
Goodbye to the non-stop clop-clop-clop, bang-bang-bang, squeal, squawk, scream, screech, giggles and tantrums of the little kiddies.
Goodbye to the persistent rain of debris like candy, trash, toys, crayons, dirty mop water and cigarette butts down onto my abused patio.
Goodbye to the occasional blaring Spanish music booming through the ceiling.
Goodbye to the nightly ritual of 'Gina Washing Time.
Now of course, similar as to when any apartment here becomes vacant, comes the unsettling question: Who will be the next occupant? And will they be better? Or could it be possible that they'd end up being worse?
Hopefully the freaking unit will stay vacant and peacefully silent 'till at least next Spring. Then I'll request that the power of the Easter Bunny manifest into bringing me another holiday gift in the form of a normal, quiet and respectful neighbor.
The bitch upstairs is moving out right now!!!!
Her and her posse are loading up the truck and movin' to Beverly! Well, probably not since they haven't likely discovered "black gold...Texas tea" or anything like that. I think their skippin'. Serves the landlord right for renting to lowlifes.
The website doesn't list the apartment as becoming soon available which is why I think they are either breaking their lease or have already been evicted and the landlord is awaiting their departure before listing it online. Plus, I mean, it's the middle of the month. Who's lease ends then? I guess it's possible, but I reckon it's not the case.
It doesn't matter though. All I know is that my prayers to the Great Spaghetti Monster, if I ever had subconsciously made them, have finally been answered.
Goodbye constant goosestepping footfalls above my head.
Goodbye periodic floods from above when she'd get stoned and let the tub overflow.
Goodbye perpetual clouds of cigarette smoke wafting down from her porch enveloping my place.
Goodbye to the non-stop clop-clop-clop, bang-bang-bang, squeal, squawk, scream, screech, giggles and tantrums of the little kiddies.
Goodbye to the persistent rain of debris like candy, trash, toys, crayons, dirty mop water and cigarette butts down onto my abused patio.
Goodbye to the occasional blaring Spanish music booming through the ceiling.
Goodbye to the nightly ritual of 'Gina Washing Time.
Now of course, similar as to when any apartment here becomes vacant, comes the unsettling question: Who will be the next occupant? And will they be better? Or could it be possible that they'd end up being worse?
Hopefully the freaking unit will stay vacant and peacefully silent 'till at least next Spring. Then I'll request that the power of the Easter Bunny manifest into bringing me another holiday gift in the form of a normal, quiet and respectful neighbor.