Humor?

It says "DITCH THE BITCH, LETS GO GOOSIN"

Conversations With Stormy

Sounds like a radio show. I talk to my cat. Most people talk to their pets, whether they'll admit it or not. I live alone with Stormy so I talk to him often. He enjoys it and participates, meowing at will, responding well to my voice. We talk about all kinds of things. Television, music (he loves John Lennon too), mice, treats, cheese, my crazy downstairs neighbor, you name it. No topic is taboo with Stormy. He is rarely offended, and generally will hang about the room as long as you're willing to talk to him. That could go on for hours. Sometimes I just check in with him now and again, he will look up and meow, then go back to sleep. My crazy neighbor thought I had a son...I wonder if he has been listening to our conversations?

I sit in my chair and 1/2 at night, next to the window. Often Stormy is on my lap, watching the world go by with me. I live on a busy street with plenty of traffic. No truck traffic though, which is nice. Lots of buses, cars, delivery vans, police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks. Pedestrians all the time. Things quiet down by midnight though, and then it's much quieter as the buses finish for the night. Sometimes Stormy is curled up in his new basket in the living room, or sprawled along the teddy bear sofa, which he seems to LOVE. No surprise there. Stormy has loved the feel of teddy bear for a while and has assaulted my teddy bear in the past....I'm not quite sure what went on, but teddy looked a little worn in the crotch area...poor guy.

Sometimes Stormy and I have nothing to say to one another. And for both of us that's okay. And we tune into John for a while.

Morning Sickness

No, not mine. Let's clear that up directly. My downstairs neighbor has apparently reconciled with his pregnant-with-his-twins girlfriend. She is about 10 weeks along and still hugging porcelain in the mornings. RRRAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHGGHHH! Okay then...I felt real bad for her as it lasted for several minutes this morning. Let the games begin...

The Drama Below Me

So I live in an old house, renting out the top floor as my apartment. There is an apartment below me as well, and I have definitely met my neighbor. He is a 22 year old tall, scrawny babydaddy, who is a bit of an idiot has some "challenges" (there, that's a good social worky term). In our first meeting we just chatted briefly about the mail. I hadn't gotten any since I moved in 3 weeks prior, and we share a common slot in the sidelight panel next to the door. The next time we met I was down at the bottom of my inside stairwell, hammering some nails into the stick-on weather stripping the landlord had sloppily applied. It got his attention and he came out. His music was busting a groove inside, and he was also doing choring. For some reason, he thought I had a son. Um, no. I hadn't even had a child in my apartment at that point. That led to him talking about his various and assorted children. At 22.

Babydaddy has an ex-girlfriend who had the care of their two toddlers, and subsequently lost them to a child welfare agency, and they were adopted out recently. He kicked out his current pregnant-with-his-twins-ex-girlfriend earlier that week, and had her stuff piled in the basement. He plans to sue her for custody of the twins when they are born. Babydaddy works nights as a cleaner, for that ex-girlfriend's father, where he was recently fired from one location. There was also mention of some fights, cops were called, drama, drama...and so on. I think I must have a sign on me somewhere that encourages people to tell me their entire life story - unload drama here? Anyhow. I don't really mind, I was just surprised to hear so much personal detail in a second conversation with a neighbor. There is a HUGE framed photograph of the two children who were adopted out, hanging over the mantle. Yes, the mantle. Babydaddy has a fireplace in his apartment. I am somewhat jealous. It is inoperable, though, so I am not super jealous. I do like it though...

So anyhow, babydaddy likes to play his tunes, loud. Some of it is hip hop, which I can tolerate...then there is the rap-crap...sorry, I do not do rap. I find it catchy to listen to for brief periods of time, however I do not enjoy listening to people yell rhyming obscenities when I am attempting to relax in my home. He also listens to COUNTRY MUSIC. I know, I was also suprised. From rap to country, directly...it's not like he listens to country for a few hours then switches to rap, I mean he can go from a 50 cent rap to some country bumpkin howling out a tune of woe (lost my dog, my truck, my job, my beer, and my girlfriend)...and the best part is he SINGS ALONG, out loud, and it is fucking hilarious. I think he either doesn't care, or doesn't think that I am home. I don't have a stereo to drown him out with yet. I just have my television, which can play quite loudly, but not like a stereo - it just sounds like a loud television.

Needless to say, there shall be drama to enfold below me. I am hoping to stay OUT of it, however I am interested in seeing how it all plays out. I feel like I am back in Sunnydale again. At least he works nights so there isn't any late-night loud rap -country music. He only plays it for a while in the mornings before he goes to bed for a few hours. I am usually gone during the day so it doesn't bother me. He plays around suppertime for a few hours sometimes as well, but then he his off to work. So I don't mind it too much. It could be much worse. My darling daughter had her own idiot living above her apartment, playing heavy metal all night until 5 am...loudly. Right now it's mid-morning here and he's playing "Boot scootin' booty"....