ok, ok, a new journal entry.
i really ought to be packing right now, i'm supposed to be going home tommorrow, and this apartment isn't just going to fold itself into my trunk.
goddamn it'll be nice to move out of here. yesterday when i came home there was a drunk, sleazy looking guy sitting on my steps with a glass of some wierd orange drink, cleaning his nails with a knife. his drink has been sitting on the steps ever since.
someone downstairs is slamming doors so hard the building is shaking. seriously, i thought someone had driven their car into the building. i don't want to go outside and see what it is. but i don't hear any yelling, so i don't think calling the cops is necessary. i mean really, at what point should one call the cops on their neighbors? anny opinions people? i mean, a couple times it's sounded like people may be beating the crap out of each other in the parking lot, and there's always a lot of yelling... i feel so bad for the kids here. there's no lawn for them to play on. they sit in the parking lot all day while their cracked out parents sit around smoking cigarettes and yelling at them, it's scary. it's not like, happy dysfunctional families, it's like scary ass crack houses.
anyways, back to the boxes.
i really ought to be packing right now, i'm supposed to be going home tommorrow, and this apartment isn't just going to fold itself into my trunk.
goddamn it'll be nice to move out of here. yesterday when i came home there was a drunk, sleazy looking guy sitting on my steps with a glass of some wierd orange drink, cleaning his nails with a knife. his drink has been sitting on the steps ever since.
someone downstairs is slamming doors so hard the building is shaking. seriously, i thought someone had driven their car into the building. i don't want to go outside and see what it is. but i don't hear any yelling, so i don't think calling the cops is necessary. i mean really, at what point should one call the cops on their neighbors? anny opinions people? i mean, a couple times it's sounded like people may be beating the crap out of each other in the parking lot, and there's always a lot of yelling... i feel so bad for the kids here. there's no lawn for them to play on. they sit in the parking lot all day while their cracked out parents sit around smoking cigarettes and yelling at them, it's scary. it's not like, happy dysfunctional families, it's like scary ass crack houses.
anyways, back to the boxes.
Still have the boots, but they weigh nearly as much as your car, and the airline people will have a shit-fit if I try to wear them on a plane, I imagine.
And I've never seen Red Heat, but I'd like to.