If you read this blog you will soon realize that I usually refer to these crowds as "stoopid monkeys, its not a racial slur of any kind, more a Robot Chicken reference. Look it up if you never saw the end of an episode. Its a good thing, well the show it, not the stoopid monkeys that live/visit/invade my own little slice of hell.
You might want to also know I am infamous for my ADD moments. No worries, I usually fall back on track after a few moments. If I leave you hanging, just remind me and I will try and get back on my short bus and figure out what my line of thought was.
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Back to the trouble at hand, for tonight at least. I will be polite and call where I live Hell. Which is only a brief typo of its actual name. Shoulda been a warning huh? Ehh was this or homeless, who can complain (out loud at least)
The people in charge of management of this apartment complex has imposed another new rule (that they themselves do not have to endure) that no one can come in after midnight without a resident signing them in and taking responsibility for their actions. Make sense right? Some are gonna say "but this is America and blah blah.... yes...this IS a free country, and this might inconvenience some. What do I say....TOO FUCKING BAD!
This past week, me and my kids have had to endure middle of the night screaming matches, random gunfire (smart monkeys keep shooting into the air, forgetting that DUH...gravity is another law they need to obey)
And it will only get "better" now the summer is racing down on us here.
The last "rule" the poor ignorant fools flew off about was another they themselves caused to be enacted. A noise curfew. Who woulda thought that not everyone wanted to hear your " thud boom.. bang a ho, roll a blunt bitches for my niggas" music outside their window on a week night at 4 am. (personally some of my preferred old 80's rock or classical would even be annoying to me at hour with that volume...not gonna even go into the window rattling bass sections)...and before its said..NO..not a racist...just hate ignorant people.
Ahhh so I blog..bitch...rant and start making a list of deities to pray to to help me escape this level of Hell. Even Dante woulda said "screw this I'll go hang out in level 8 with my 'boys' the second pouch there"(if that confuses you go look it up...not goodly)
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So how do we cope? Ahh good question. We each have our escapes as they were. The male child..well not a "child" really, as he is over 18, plays video games and grumbles A LOT.
The teenage female one, well she lives on Face book and in her music. Which I encourage because really, she has good taste in tunes. Lucky for me....
As for me, the old lady....well I rant, rave and cry to heavens (figuratively not literally because I don't want to get shot) for these stoopid monkeys to fall off the planet or at least grow some working brain cells. As well as the daily fix of Face book as well. I kill zombies, find hidden objects, work on my Faire...thow in a couple rounds of Jeopardy and Millionaire and I can breath again. For a little while.
Ahhh well I have ranted about an hour now, time to rest. I am a TERRIBLE typist and am having an almost immoral relationship with spellcheck. (I actually think hitting it this much is illegal in some southern states)
I have NO doubt I will rant and ramble more very soon. Its my nature.
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