ok i did it
abusive old guy next door just fired’er up again, i opened my door wearing only my towel, the yelling was even louder in the hall, i put my face up to the door and said really loud (practically yelled) STOP YELLING AT HER! then slammed my door. he was yelling at the time so i am not sure if they even heard me. i think he did. the yelling continued a little longer but now it’s over. i have the adrenaline shakes like mad i just put some clothes on so i’m ready for round two. i am prepared to face this geezer fuck makeup-free face and all. a door on our floor just opened and closed, sounded like someone left? now i have to wait a bit to leave. i know anyone else around on this floor totally heard me so now they can’t fucking pretend anymore that it’s not happening. there’s weird noises going on in the hall, moaning or something, ugh. i feel like i am going to faint. i hate that guy so much, every time the vacuum lady does our floor he waits for her and comes out to chat her up like he isn’t the hugest prick in the world.
the only thing stopping me from telling this guy off before was guilt over how much noise fil and i make when we have friends over or if we are fighting, which is stupid because when we fight we aren’t verbally abusing and screaming bloody murder at each other. we have normal fights if that makes sense.
i have a mini fantasy of kicking his door in and throwing cid at him.
oh fuck i do hear crying.
PLEASE be my imagination.
it isn’t.
here comes rambo.
ok it’s more or less quiet now thanks for tuning in.
me: i yelled at old guy next door thru the door
Phil: whoa crazy
me: yeah
i feel tense!
Phil: no shit
me: it was bad yelling
im sick of it
i dont care what he thinks she does wrong, he is senile and abusive
and crazy
Phil: yes
me: i almost wimped out and wrote a note and was going to tape it to the door
like you are an extremely abusive man, stop yelling at your wife, it is disgusting.
Phil: you could still do it
me: next time
now that i finally got over the fear of saying something
i have zero tolerance
Phil: good
me: but it means that u and i cant fight anymore, unfortunately
Phil: oh no!!!!
me: we can write each other terse notes instead
Phil: sounds good
me: in pencil with lots of underlining and exclamation points
Phil: i will use red marker
me: i am going to copy the angry faces my french teacher used to draw
in other news i watched like 4 episodes of sweet sixteen last nite, i was a bit sad and moody to begin with, and with each passing episode i hated myself more and more but for some reason i still intend to watch the rest of the episodes. then i watched baby mama, it’s alright. steve martin’s character is my FAVOURITE though!
WOAH just got the craziest news! found out a family member who had MS for the last 6 years, turns out, actually doesn’t. so pumped!
