ok. this is the oddest thing EVER. i live in an apt building in a very nice section of boston. there are about 10 apts. in the building, and all of us know eachother for the most part.
about a week ago i found a practically new window shade that someone was throwing out, so i took it for my apartment, because my cat SHREDDED mine. i didn’t want to take it in the house though, until i lysol’d it, so i left it outside my door in the little hallway, until i could pick up a bottle.
well, this morning, im miding my own buisness, playing MORROWIND, and i hear someone outside my door fiddling around. then i hear them walk up the stairs and into the apartment above me. when i looked out the peephole, i saw to my dismay that my blinds were gone!!! now, a lot of times, people put stuff upstairs with a sign labeled “free” if they are getting rid of something, so i thought that maybe my neighbor got confused. so i went and knocked on the door, adn inquired about my blinds, and she said she didnt have them! so i figured, maybe it was a different nieghbor. so i knocked on everyones door and asked them, and they all denied involvement. one of them suggested that perhaps the cleaning lady took it, but she only comes on fridays, so i know it was not her. which means, that some1 in my building is a theif!! this is the sign i put up…
My neighbors steal the newspaper sometimes. I dunno, if you left the blinds out in the hallway overnight, I don’t see why someone wouldn’t take them.
yeah, but, its like, we all do that, and we never touch eachothers stuff. i leave stuff out there all the time, and no one’s ever ripped me off. i guess maybe i have a little too much ‘country faith’ in a city place.
That bites.
I know how it is though, The other day I left laundry in the laundry room over night. I came back from work to find them in the TRASH!.
After I threw my little hissy fit and kicked the trash barrel all over the laundry room, I had to wash them again because they were covererd in lint and all kinds of crap. The community living thing is awful. I want to strangle every one that lives in my building.
There is this one freaky old lady that I call “the boil lady” because she has these big bumps on her face that ooze white stuff all the time. I know she is the one that threw my crap away, I jsut half to catch her. Its going to be great when I do. I will literally jack up her big gross station wagon put it on blocks and throw all four of her rims in the river next to my house.
Gross… B i t * h
lol…oopss sorry didnt mean to steal your thunder there.
It’s not that you have too much faith it’s that some people are a s s holes and dont respect other people. 
in SF, we have what we call “Curbside Recycling” …
in other words, if you leave it alone, someone will adopt it. No matter if it is an old broken, cordless, Computer Monitor, someone will take it…
Rev
some freak stole my clean white underwear from the drying machine. i had to go out and buy all new underwear.
and it sucks going commando when wearing jeans. ouch.
pinx…
If you ever want to see your underwear again… call
555-555-5555
ooooh my poooor babies!!!
I think the real lesson here is that cats are naughty creatures.
No - the real lesson is that Fester is a sick bugger and that’s why he’s welcomed here anytime
ouch man that sucks! lol. i want to call that number sometime fester, think it would werk?
Nope, just playing folkz,
Although I never did understand how anyone could have a fetish like that.
just go to ebay and type in used underwear.
hahaha. totally off topic, but i had someone offer to pay me for my used socks once. $10 a pair. used. USED!!
and fester, you think your neighbors are bad, here’s my list:
the f*cking duo: next door, i get to hear the ‘action’ all the time. and she sounds like her privates are stuck in a mousetrap the way she squeels, oh god
piano girl: directly upstairs. likes to play piano at all hours of the night. the only problem is, she has headphones plugged into it so that you can’t hear the music. which means that instead of nice paino music (which i wouldn’t mind) i get to hear BANG BANG THUD THUD all the time (i guess its her feet banging the pedals or something)
the evil wench upstairs: locked me out of the building on purpose
the drag queen: now, ok, i have no problem with drag queens, or any other queen/gay person/trannie, whatever. but there is NO NEED to hear SHOWTUNES and OTHER SUCH ODDITIES in the middle of the night with he/she singing along.
and lastly…
party chick: pretty self explanitory, but it is quite annoying to have my life disrupted by high pitched “hehehehhehehehahahahahhehehehe” and low bassy “bwahahahahahah” and other tinkling martini glasses and such. i dont care about normally, but im talking like on a weeknight at 10:30 at night when i have to get up early in the morning.
and all this is in back bay, BACK BAY! its supposed to be classy and rich and nice and sleepy and stuff. how come all the company execs and stuff live in the NEXT building and not mine?? heheh
we had a bunch of vietnamese people next door for a while. they would fight at all hours of the night in vietnamese, high pitched vietnamese.
hehehe. high pitched. hehehe *laughing like beavis
