Have I told you about my neighbors? I don't think I have. Gather around and bring some snacks (wine coolers and nutter butters will do just fine, thanks).
I love where I live. Really, I do. My neighborhood kicks rump. My apartment is cute (albeit wee and a bit dark) - but it's large enough to host the Housewhores gatherings (and that's all that matters, right?). I have no complaints about where I live. Except for...the neighbors...
I would like to introduce you to the cast of characters:
1. "Young Fox" lives diagonally across the courtyard and is in his early to mid-20s.
- when we spoke in passing last week he said "Oh, you're the one who always has groups of women over, right?"
- when I came home around 11 PM on Tuesday night I saw him walk out of his apartment in his boxer shorts (sans shirt) and head to the laundry room
- IAH says: he's a douchebag
- chats me up every chance she gets
- always notices when I've changed my hair (even when I really haven't)
- knows everything that's going on in the complex
- IAH says: she's a very sweet lady, I like her (but she's clearly lonely)
- The Gooch of the complex
- has had yelled at both Old Lady and Young Fox
- is the loudest yawner EVER (hence his nickname)
- not only yawns loudly but in quick succession - and it kills me
- IAH says: he's a boozehound douchebag (a lethal combo)
1 comment:
That was entertaining. I look forward to learning about the other cast of douches that live in your complex.
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