remember how i use to complain about that faggy acoustic guitar music we could hear through the wall late at nite? yes it’s still happening but we’ve decided it’s some sort of gay relaxation tape or something. i guessed it might be some stupid hippie waterfall with one of those terra cotta on its side pots that pumps out music when it’s turned on and a bunch of foliage? the other nite i punched the wall twice they turned it down then turned it back on again then i found the wall’s sweet spot and fucking slammed it again three times.

ps the lady next door i saw her in the laundry room and she was wearing a ratty long t-shirt with holes in it and so worn that it was kinda see-thru and then she tried to talk to me.

i’m so use to everyone in this building being snotty to me that when someone actually acknowledges me i don’t know how to turn off automatic defensivity. yesterday this lady came out of the dentist and was going toward the elevator and i had all these groceries and she says I’M GOING DOWN YOU WANT TO RIDE WITH ME? and i just said NO turned around and yelled over my shoulders I’LL JUST TAKE THE STAIRS.

what the fuck was that who am i?!

well, she kind of barked the I’M GOING DOWN at me no hi no half-wave, fuck her. plus i had an armful of groceries and she only had to carry a thousand dollar change purse the size of my palm, oh no there lady i’m totally fine waiting in the lobby while you go down to the basement in a fucking elevator ONE FLOOR in fact, i’ll dig into my purse without dropping my bags and get the key to the stairwell and walk up a flight, totes no problem!

i don’t know why she couldn’t just walk down the stairs, it takes longer to wait for elevator and it wastes electricity. you know stairs still exist right?