My Hard-Earned Rent Money Goes to Booze
It's Friday and instead of being completely elated like normal, I just feel tired. Maybe I have mono. Or maybe I just need to go to bed at a decent hour since I'm now a working girl. It's just that I always feel like I'll miss something important and exciting by going to sleep early...but I usually pay for it the next morning when I'm cussing my alarm.
But the alarm gets off easy compared to my neighbor. My cute little house is attached to another house by way of a basement and backdoor. Weird, I know. The man living in the other house is our landlord...unfortunately. At first meeting, Jennie and I thought he was so nice and rather attractive for a 46-year-old man. But it's gone downhill ever since.
First, he doesn't appear to have any sort of job and lives off a trust fund and the salary of his live-in "finace". Therefore, with nothing productive to do, he drinks all day. Sometimes it provides us with loads of entertainment. Like the time he randomly knocked on our door with a towel tied like a cape. Or when he carved a jack-o-lantern completely shit-faced and no one could tell what it was suppossed to be.
But other times I want to punch him in the throat. Like when he goes off on tangets about mold spores or shows me how to use the dryer for the 6th time. Thankfully, I love his fiance and mostly deal with her. She's sweet as anything, although slightly kooky (she recently informed me that she was getting "evil spirit vibes" from the house and wants us to come to a "cleasning ceremony" with candles and incense). But because I love our house, I'll just have to grin and bear the occassional circus-freak behavior.
And on a completely different note, I have made an executive decision to start a "self-enhancement program". And no, I'm not talking about my boobs. I've decided that just because I'm out of college, I don't have to stop learning. So instead of reading all paperback bestsellers and what Alan refers to as "pink girly books"...I'm going to tackle serious reading material. I'm talking the classics, biographies of influential people, the books I was too immature to grasp in high school, etc. But I'm not phasing out the fun books completely. It will just be an equal ratio. And I can feel my gray matter expanding already...I just wish I could donate some to the alcoholic crazy man next door.
But the alarm gets off easy compared to my neighbor. My cute little house is attached to another house by way of a basement and backdoor. Weird, I know. The man living in the other house is our landlord...unfortunately. At first meeting, Jennie and I thought he was so nice and rather attractive for a 46-year-old man. But it's gone downhill ever since.
First, he doesn't appear to have any sort of job and lives off a trust fund and the salary of his live-in "finace". Therefore, with nothing productive to do, he drinks all day. Sometimes it provides us with loads of entertainment. Like the time he randomly knocked on our door with a towel tied like a cape. Or when he carved a jack-o-lantern completely shit-faced and no one could tell what it was suppossed to be.
But other times I want to punch him in the throat. Like when he goes off on tangets about mold spores or shows me how to use the dryer for the 6th time. Thankfully, I love his fiance and mostly deal with her. She's sweet as anything, although slightly kooky (she recently informed me that she was getting "evil spirit vibes" from the house and wants us to come to a "cleasning ceremony" with candles and incense). But because I love our house, I'll just have to grin and bear the occassional circus-freak behavior.
And on a completely different note, I have made an executive decision to start a "self-enhancement program". And no, I'm not talking about my boobs. I've decided that just because I'm out of college, I don't have to stop learning. So instead of reading all paperback bestsellers and what Alan refers to as "pink girly books"...I'm going to tackle serious reading material. I'm talking the classics, biographies of influential people, the books I was too immature to grasp in high school, etc. But I'm not phasing out the fun books completely. It will just be an equal ratio. And I can feel my gray matter expanding already...I just wish I could donate some to the alcoholic crazy man next door.
posted by Rachel at 3:10 PM
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