I Have Crappy Neighbors!

I love my apartment. The office manager, Lillee, is the sweetest woman in the world. She eradicated our small roach problem. She referred us to a good locksmith that copied our house key-for free! She ensured our fire alarm was fixed. She's just an all around nice lady. We're allowed to keep our dogs, and there's no horrible landlords sneaking around trying to charge us for pet fees that we've already paid like at our old apartment complex. The carpet is grey and white patterned, easily cleaned; the walls are beige in the living area and bedrooms, yellow in the kitchen and bathroom (I love yellow!) and I have decorated it all cozy. Here they are, from the outside (they are nondescript enough that I'm cool with posting a picture I found online);

For those of you new or ignorant to apartment living, this is how it works; those who are without credit, get a cosigner (I used my mommy; although I do have credit, a score of 683 baby :D ) You spend mucho money on things to fill your apartment with (unless you have a mommy that spoils you and buys everything you need from Target, Goodwill, and yard sales.) You are immediately swamped by bills, and therefore stress, and if you are lucky enough you will have a roommate or live in boyfriend that will rip you a new asshole for doing a shitty job on the dishes or leaving a pair of undies on the floor in the bathroom as soon as you get home from working eight hours at a busy restaurant (okay, okay, I'm always going off topic...) Though really, I would think he would like seeing my frilly underthings tossed about the house, like some scene from a dirty erotica movie or something.

Anyway. My neighbors on one side are two men that drink a lot and chain smoke. Inside (yeah I looked in their windows! That's more reliable than a background check!) it's a serious bachelor pad, with a huge tv and well loved leather couch, and little else. One of them let me into my apartment once when I was having a particularly bad day and the fates decided it would be funny to let the screen door lock on me. The point is, they're nice. Next door is a woman with a really deep voice and too strong handshake, who I let into her apartment once with my bank card even though she annoys me. She also has a huge, 80's esque tv that she turns up so loud I can hear every word late at night, even when it's 1 in the morning and I have to wake up at 6 for work. She also talks on her cell phone (speaker turned up to the max) while loudly banging cabinets just as late as the tv is blaring. Next to her are some more chain smokers (I never realized how many people in the world smoke) that often let their dogs off their leashes, and these aforementioned dogs don't listen to them at all. On more than one occasion I have been knocked down, my dog (a sweet widdle 5 month old puppy named Nova) has been chased into the street by their dog, and once when theirs tried to attack Nova, I was dragged by my bigger dog, Yuma, as he prepared to protect me from said wayward canine.

Neighbors are annoying. There's no way to live with them, I think. I'm sure I'm not a picnic to live with; I slam cabinets sometimes too, and every time I look at my neighbors I wonder if they can hear us having sex (I just LOL-ed uproariously as soon as I wrote that coz I know they can.) I guess I have to put up with them, just like they have to put up with me. Speaking of my apartment... it's dirty. I need to clean! I have too many clothes. I'm thinking about planning a clothing swap. Anyone up for it? I have some great stuff I just don't wear. I'm one of those people that wears a bunch of jeans, button up shirts, and a couple other dresses, and all my other stuff just sits there. .... Getting off topic again. This was a meaningless post, but sometimes I have to write something meaningless. Gotta get all the stuff that annoys me off my chest ;)