So, I live in a four family building. The lady below me looks like Hulk Hogan, so we’ll just call her Hulkster for right now. Well, fuckin’ Hulkster is like 50, and her boyfriend is 24 or so, around my age. Anyway, they fight all the fucking time and we’ve called the cops and have had him arrested and found out that he wears her underwear. That’s neither here nor there. ANYWAY! There have been numerous occasions when me and my friends are coming home from being out and BOOM here’s the hulkster’s door open to her apartment and she’s either A) naked as fuck laying on her bed(which is in the would be dining room) B) her ugly ass chihuahua rat is attempting to kill me for walking past the door C) her child boyfriend slams the door and curses like it’s my fault that the door is open. Today was letter A again! Bitch, it is 2:53PM on a Monday. Put on some clothes, or shut your fucking door. I am not Jack Dawson, and nor do I want to draw you like one of my french girls. GOD DAMNIT. THIS BITCH ALSO HAS THE AUDACITY TO PUT A SIGN ON THE FRONT DOOR OF THE BUILDING THAT SAYS “keep front door shut”…..woof. 666
Looking at old pictures and getting kind of sad. Why do people have to change? Do we just always overwrite the reason to “it’s life” instead of really understanding why?
I was really hoping one of my best friends would get me a present for christmas by getting pregnant. BUT NO.