kozmikgirl

So, as you all know by now, I hate one of the neighbors that I share a wall with. She is 25 & has a 6 yr old boy & a 6 month old baby. She is loud & skanky & mean to her kids & yelling at everyone & loud & their garbage ends up everywhere on the property. I have found food & dirty diapers & candy wrappers & plates & dry, broken pieces of top roman near my front door. Everyone in town calls her piggy & even her boss calls her that down at the Chevron. She is just the biggest annoying trashiest bitch that has ever walked this planet.

Well, today she knocks on my door & I open it & see her & start instinctively ask "Ok. What now?" & I was already so mad I couldn't help it. So, she tells me how her son's friend (who is also 6 yrs old or so) has broke out my hatchback window in my car & I look over her shoulder & see them cleaning up the shattered glass on the ground. I yell at her & tell her that it is always something with them everyday & I am fucking sick of them & when the hell are they leaving anyway? So, then she does her little fake crying thing that she always does & starts whining that she is a single mom... well, who cares?!! So am I. So what?!!! That doen't give you the right to be a slob & a noisey, mean bitch!

So, I go to the neighbors & I get the kid's mom's number & name on the phone & I get off the phone & tell the neighbor that if I don't get that window fixed from these people, I am calling the landlord about it because I know that she is one more complaint from getting kicked out. So, then she is all worried & I know she will freak out on these people if they don't do anything about it & I am just so happy I don't have to be dealing with it as much.

So then as I am walking back to my place & I am all freaking out. And I see that neighbor guy, who I have gone out of my way all day to avoid, is now standing out by my car & is being helpful & I just don't know if he is creepy or if I am a social moron & the freak-out feelings start to come more to the surface.

And the nerves & the freak-out feeling are not really from the broken window, but more from all the people & drama & the watching & the talking & the asking questions & I start to cry & I start to yell in the middle of the parking lot to everyone watching out their doors about how I am sick of those fucking asshole neighbors & everyone nods because they all hate her too & what the fuck?!!! & then I stomp off to my apt & slam the door & everyone is staring & I am feeling stupid.

So, I go back out & talk to that neighbor guy that I have been avoiding. And then we find out they were throwing rocks at the cars & then I am so mad & why the hell did the landlord decide to landscape with a million rocks anyway?!!!

Then I see that the kid's dad has walked, yes WALKED, all the way across town to get his son. If he is walking & has no car, how is he going to pay for my $400 or $500 window? And then the boy's dad & that neighbor guy start to argue about who is going to fix my window & they both want to do it & the dad is like "I have been working on cars my whole life." & the neighbor is like "Well, me too." & it becomes this big pissing contest & the dad obviouly thought that this guy was my husband & would anyone mind if I shoot someone or at least shoot myself please?

So, everyone leaves & everything is cleaned up & my mom comes & brings me duct tape & plastic to cover the back. And we fight as we are putting the plastic on & I start to curse those people to hell for making me try to do something like this with my mom because we always fight when we are trying to do something like that together.

And then all I can see is the fact that I have been outside cleaning & putting the plastic on & it has been 2 hours & I know that the skank neighbor & the family whose boy did this are probably at home watching tv & laughing & having a good time. I will probably never get a window or any money out of these people.

If it can't be fixed with duct tape, it can't be fixed.