Oh Hello. I didn’t see you there. More accurately, I can’t see you there, and that’s okay.
It’s nice to blog again so soon. I decided to sneak in this quickening type update because I forgot to add something in my last post.
Another problem I’m experiencing that is keeping me from reaching my full potential is that, currently, all of my jeans (save one pair that are (is?) too tight to wear right now) have holes in the crotch.
I’m sure the solution would be to go out and buy new jeans, but I just don’t want to. In the meantime I’m wearing casual-type-slacks, which is kind of fun. I hope the pants fairy visits me in the mean time.
And here’s another thing.
My neighbor is a smoker. That’s fine I guess. Gross, but fine. Anyway she smokes out on the steps between our apartments. Again, fine. The problem is that she uses the steps as an ashtray. At first I didn’t really have a big problem with it, but now I’ve come to the realization that she is also using the steps as a spittoon.
Big Problem. Not only that, but I can hear her spitting. While I’m inside my apartment. Listening to music at a loud volume.
I want to talk to her about it, but confronting people is always freaky isn’t it? I don’t want to come off as the bitchy neighbor, but I have the right to not walk through spit and ashes right? And I'm sure it's kind of a public health hazard. Or a public rudeness hazard. Probably both.
It seems like such a small problem in the scale of things. Bah.
