our neighbors hate us...
No, like seriouslythey do. I would hate us. I do hate us.
Its not that we are bad neighborswe recycle and shitwe are just weird.
So, for those of you that dont know (or just skim my blog) Im living in NYC with my best friend Matt. We live in a pre-war buildingso we are fucking on top of our neighbors.
The guy right next to us owns five catsoutside his door smells like cat pisswell cat piss and potso yeah were that close.
So I think I can safely assume that if I can smell our neighbors cat (I pray to god that its cat)
pissthen the whole fucking building can hear our fake fighting.
Yeah, dont ask. We legitimately fake fight, for no apparent reason at all.
YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE!
WELL IF SHE WASNT WHOREI WOULDNT BE HERE!
IM NOT SURE IF THATS SUCH A GOOD THING!
and then we laughbut I dont think our neighbors hear the laughing...
At this point I dont even know what to do. All our neighbors are probably assuming that we are in a freakish abusive relationship.
And its not like I wanted to be friends with these peopleI just dont want the po po randomly showing up because of an anonymous domestic violence call.
and I dont want any random death threat notes left under our door telling us to stop watching so much fucking Lost.we (I) watch a lot of Lost whatever, neighbors with terrible taste in television.you keep watching your early morning Charmed episodes, with the remnants of cat piss scattered throughout your apartment. You keep doing your thingand well keep doing ours.
Cause lets be honestthis is New York, bitches. Things could be much worse.
Its not that we are bad neighborswe recycle and shitwe are just weird.
So, for those of you that dont know (or just skim my blog) Im living in NYC with my best friend Matt. We live in a pre-war buildingso we are fucking on top of our neighbors.
The guy right next to us owns five catsoutside his door smells like cat pisswell cat piss and potso yeah were that close.
So I think I can safely assume that if I can smell our neighbors cat (I pray to god that its cat)
pissthen the whole fucking building can hear our fake fighting.
Yeah, dont ask. We legitimately fake fight, for no apparent reason at all.
YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE!
WELL IF SHE WASNT WHOREI WOULDNT BE HERE!
IM NOT SURE IF THATS SUCH A GOOD THING!
and then we laughbut I dont think our neighbors hear the laughing...
At this point I dont even know what to do. All our neighbors are probably assuming that we are in a freakish abusive relationship.
And its not like I wanted to be friends with these peopleI just dont want the po po randomly showing up because of an anonymous domestic violence call.
and I dont want any random death threat notes left under our door telling us to stop watching so much fucking Lost.we (I) watch a lot of Lost whatever, neighbors with terrible taste in television.you keep watching your early morning Charmed episodes, with the remnants of cat piss scattered throughout your apartment. You keep doing your thingand well keep doing ours.
Cause lets be honestthis is New York, bitches. Things could be much worse.
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