Ah so you still want more huh? haaaaaaaaaaaaahaha it's okay i kinda like it too *wink*

Sooooo let's see...there's not really alot going on since I haven't been out much except for the occasional run to the store.

I watched a visitor leave the college kids party house a couple of days ago and this is what he did. His truck was parked facing towards the dead end of our street which means he was facing north (kinda). Anyways, he started up the truck and then started backing up to what I thought would be turning around in the driveway by my building, but nooooooo he kept backing up all the way to the stop sign up the street the other direction, never even bothered turning around. I just stood there calling him a dumb ass because seriously, in what universe does a normal person back a vehicle up all the way to a stop sign instead of turning around in a driveway. It's not like he hasn't done that before because he has many times, turn around in the driveway, sit there for a bit, then peel out like a crazy person leaving a smoke and the smell of burned rubber in the air. Idiots!

Yesterday the weird guy who lives in the house directly across from me decided it would be funny to keep turning his music up then down again and then point and laugh at me. Guess what I did? Nothing, I just went back inside my apartment because he's just not worth the energy of me pointing out the obvious. It's not my fault he has a drinking problem that sends him to the store at 6 or 7 am in the morning to buy his beer so he can hear his music at the volume of 1000..pfffft..and then he sits on his porch banging on it with a hammer. I watched him do that for a couple of hours until I'm guessing his wife told him to stop or he got bored and left/feel asleep/offed himself..who knows. See how horrible I am? When they do stupid shit like that I just want them to stop, even if dying is the answer. SMH
It also didn't help that I kept hearing what sounded like a bb gun or airsoft rifle being shot right outside my building and every time I went outside to look the noise would stop. The only people that were outside were from that house where he was or the other one next to him where the college kids hang out at. One of those two houses had someone shooting a gun of some type. It must have been eat some paint chips day because why would you stop that unless you know what you're doing is wrong? Idiots!

I swear that's gonna become my new anthem as I march through the streets. "Idiots everywhere stop them while you can!" We know you can't but it's a nice thought huh...hahaha

Last night a guy knocked on our door. Given the fact that he did apologize and call me ma'am earned him the privilege of breathing one more day. The reason he knocked? He's looking for some guy named John who's about this high (he showed me because somehow holding your hand at a certain level helps the person you're talking to understand their exact height), but he has no idea where he lives. That right there just pisses me off because in the 5 years we have lived in this particular building and recently switched apartments from the one next door to this one, we have always had people knocking to ask who lives where, who sells certain drugs, where the landlord or owner is, and the various other reasons a stranger knocks.
I wasn't rude to this guy but I did ask him if he had a clue when they moved in because I don't know people's names. Thankfully he knew the time frame because I sent him to a new tenant who moved in upstairs not really caring if it was them or not.

I told the hubby that I would love to see that invisible sign that reads "please knock on this door to ask any question you want about anything", so I can blow it the fuck up. Seriously, this is the second place we've lived in the past 10 years that strangers knock all day or night and ask who lives where like we're the keepers of the human race *eyeroll*
It has to be the universe that keeps sending them to our door because I keep saying one day I'm just going to attack and see what happens but I don't. I really don't like being tested that way but it seems more than ever pressure to not eat them, literally. I'm not putting out any mojo that would draw them to me except friendship but that's not meant for them to come and knock on my door asking about Tom, Dick, or Harry and where they live, what kind of drugs they sell, what do they drive, blood type, and so much more annoying crap..blahblahblah

Have I mentioned how much I love my coffee mmmmmmmmm yeah coffee, harsh black and ready to go..omg now I'm a pervert..it's okay I love it and so do you :p

I'm not right in the head you realize that? *runs off snickering