Stupid downstairs neighbor! I make a peep and he gets his panties in a wad, I swear. The past few nights I've used my front door (which is above his bedroom) for literally less than 2 minutes to grab my mail from the mailboxes out front or to walk China, and as soon as he hears me walking down my steps he bangs on his wall angrily. What am I supposed to do?? Be trapped in my house? Not be able to use my front door? It's not like I'm hanging out there having a midnight boombox party.. grrr... *rantrant*
Inside her mind..
31 year old gal. Lives in Boulder, CO. Eats non-dairy powdered coffee creamer for fun. Surrounds herself with dogs, horses, friends, and one hot boy. (this is a temporary blogger template - stay tuned for major changes)


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