Nice
Apparently I have new neighbors.
Which, you know, cool? Right?
Yeah, not so much.
When they have the music blasting, and I hear it from across the common area, it’s all well and fine. They listen to pretty much what I listen to, so there’s no conflicting music like when the family next door to me decides a fiesta (srsly?!) is a good idea on a Friday night.
Apparently, this evening, they found a wolf spider on their back deck. How do I know? Considering they live across a fairly decent sized common area behind me?
Because they are 1) loud as fuck and 2) use the word fuck way more than me. Who knew it to be possible? I guess it is. And it seems to be the only word they really know.
Hopefully, they’ll be barflies and my patio nights won’t be completely trashed. Although, from what I’ve seen (heard) the last few times I’ve been out there? Yeah. Summer? Trashed.
When you can make me turn around and say, “Wow, you’ve got a potty mouth,” well, that’s not really an achievement anyone should be proud of.
Assholes.
Yup, cranky. And I can’t even blame it on the red tide. And the afternoon started out with such potential! Oh well, time for an attitude adjustment. I’ll be over here sticking my fingers in a light socket and seeing what a little bit of shock therapy can do for me.