So, we have now "met" another crazy and entirely name-worthy neighbor. I use the term loosely because she really only scowled at me. I think I shall call her..
Angry Scowling Smells Like Fish Woman.
OR..
Angry Smelly Bad Patio Furniture Lady.
I'm not entirely sure which direction I'll take that.. but really, she's terrifying. Whenever I pass her in the hall, this smell of fish accompanies her. Her patio furniture is so rigoddamnediculously hideous.. white wicker with this UGLY Hawaiin BRIGHT GREEN apholstery and SILK GREENERY GALORE. Perhaps along with that horrid furniture she should have special ordered some goddamned good taste. That's hardly the point.
She stares you down. You can say 'hi' or whatever.. and you get NOTHING from her. Nothing but an angry stare of wrath and death.
So now.. we have her AND Crazy Clapping Tai Chi Man.. who is doing well, by the way.. clapping away as per usual. I still giggle when I think about him blaring his usual bad music out on the deck and then one day randomly blasting Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me If You Don't." Yesssss.
SPEAKING OF BAD TASTE, by the way. Saw the BEST (SO fucking ugly) hair cut today. Picture it. A woman. Late thirties. BLEACH blonde. MULLET. I'm talking Billy Ray Cyrus mullet.. you know.. all choppy and spikey towards the front? But it was an up-do! Up in a BANANA CLIP. You remember them. You remember them well.. don't deny it. If you were a girl in the eighties..you had at least one, I assure you. And to top it off..! She had two LONG "curls" on each side of her face.. both PURE frizz.
Went to a Homotron 5000's housewarming party. Oh, how I love that little gay man. We were asked to quiet down by the scary neighbor lady.. so we went inside.. and began singing karaoke. My friend Caleb mentioned that it was a bit entertaining that we were asked to go inside as to not disturb the woman.. and so we go in and turn on a microphone. How true.
Anyway. None of this is the point, but I had to share it with someone. And somewhere in the middle of rambling.. I seem to have forgotten what the point actually WAS. But I now take notice that I have a kitty on my shoulder.. apparently trying to KILL MY FACE with purring. So, with that.. I'm done, I think.
Angry Scowling Smells Like Fish Woman.
OR..
Angry Smelly Bad Patio Furniture Lady.
I'm not entirely sure which direction I'll take that.. but really, she's terrifying. Whenever I pass her in the hall, this smell of fish accompanies her. Her patio furniture is so rigoddamnediculously hideous.. white wicker with this UGLY Hawaiin BRIGHT GREEN apholstery and SILK GREENERY GALORE. Perhaps along with that horrid furniture she should have special ordered some goddamned good taste. That's hardly the point.
She stares you down. You can say 'hi' or whatever.. and you get NOTHING from her. Nothing but an angry stare of wrath and death.
So now.. we have her AND Crazy Clapping Tai Chi Man.. who is doing well, by the way.. clapping away as per usual. I still giggle when I think about him blaring his usual bad music out on the deck and then one day randomly blasting Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me If You Don't." Yesssss.
SPEAKING OF BAD TASTE, by the way. Saw the BEST (SO fucking ugly) hair cut today. Picture it. A woman. Late thirties. BLEACH blonde. MULLET. I'm talking Billy Ray Cyrus mullet.. you know.. all choppy and spikey towards the front? But it was an up-do! Up in a BANANA CLIP. You remember them. You remember them well.. don't deny it. If you were a girl in the eighties..you had at least one, I assure you. And to top it off..! She had two LONG "curls" on each side of her face.. both PURE frizz.
Went to a Homotron 5000's housewarming party. Oh, how I love that little gay man. We were asked to quiet down by the scary neighbor lady.. so we went inside.. and began singing karaoke. My friend Caleb mentioned that it was a bit entertaining that we were asked to go inside as to not disturb the woman.. and so we go in and turn on a microphone. How true.
Anyway. None of this is the point, but I had to share it with someone. And somewhere in the middle of rambling.. I seem to have forgotten what the point actually WAS. But I now take notice that I have a kitty on my shoulder.. apparently trying to KILL MY FACE with purring. So, with that.. I'm done, I think.
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