Just one more thing.

Ok, so it's Monday, which some of you know is my "laundry day" I start doing laundry pretty early. Well, Lana and me head to the laundry room and of course the light is out, which can only mean one thing. Someone is in there sleeping on the throw away couch, that maintenance hasn't moved yet.

I make as much noise as I can going in, so 'whomever' is in there will know I'm coming. Of course I'm right. It's the same little black gangster guy that is always there on Mondays. Sleepin off whatever gang banging things he does on Sunday nights. I know, I know, I am sounding prejudice and SO very white, but this is ridiculous.

Lana, naturally starts growling at him, because she's a good judge of character. I load up my laundry and decide I'm gonna put "him" on the spot.

Me: "Want me to turn the light off?"

Him: "huh? yea"

Me: "Do you live in this building?"

Him: "Yea. On the first floor."

Me: (sensing bullshit) "Why aren't you sleepin there?"

Him: "I'm knocked out."

Me: "Ok, I'll be back in half an hour."

Seriously?? lol That was absurd! I KNOW he doesn't live here. However I am going to do my best to handle the situation today. Letting the helpful leasing office know about the problems. Maylene is getting an earful from me today.

Now I'm worried that he's gonna pee on my laundry.

Peace ya'll!

Bleepin Morons!

Ok, so, we got home last night about 12:15 a.m. No problems, just tired and worn out. I went to sleep about 2:30-3 o'clock. This morning, when my sweet little puppy woke me up at 8 to go potty, I get her collar on and leash and we head to our elevator.

The door opens and in we get. The door closes and as it does I see that someone, (see: fuckin idiot, gangster asshole) has spraypainted in huge black letters JACK THE RIPPER!

This is just the most moronic, idiot thing. It's been going on for a while. Sometimes I feel like writing beneath his hard work, "Get a fuckin job." or "PUSSY." But this would not ease my anger at the frikkin jerk-offs.

It's so frustrating when you live in the ghetto, and most people are nice and considerate and then you have these wannabe gangsters that come around and have to twist MY environment to their standards.

Fuck you, you pieces of trash, just fuck you. I blame MTV and P. Diddy. Just because I can.

Idiots!