A day in the life

And now, an exact account of what I experience when the guy that lives in the other apartment in my duplex comes home.

Neighbor, yelling to his morbidly obese bulldog: "CHARLIE!!! Oh, CharlieCharlieCharlieCharlieCHARLIE!"

Charlie: Says nothing, because she's a fucking DOG.

Neighbor (to the tune of When the Saints go Marching in) "She shakes her butt!!! She shakes her butt!! She shakes her butt, because she's CHAR-REL-LEEEE!!!! SHE SHAKES HER BUTT!!!! SHE SHAKES HER BUTT!!!!" [The song continues for at least another chorus, at full volume.]

Charlie: Still says nothing, because she is STILL a dog.

And then he takes his poor, lumbering dog out into the FRONT yard, where she almost always takes a giant dog crap. And he leaves that huge dog poop in the front yard, because it's oh so lovely to smell baking dog shit when walking up to my front door every day. Oh, and also because the almost ACRE of backyard is far too small for such a fat bulldog. Clearly. Good thing my 120 lbs GREAT DANE is so svelte, or she'd have to shit in the front yard, too. And there's only so much space in the shared front yard for dog poops.

He then goes inside and turns on Folk/Stoner hits of the 70s and 80s. His stereo must go to 11, because you can hear it throughout the entire house (which includes the half that my apartment is situated in). 

Between poorly written, rambling songs, I catch the sound of him yelling his dog's name over and over. Sometimes, when I walk by the bathroom (I feel the walls have to be exceptionally thin between the bathrooms, for some reason) I can hear him half yelling, and half singing off key to whatever retarded song is on.

Let me just go on to say that I don't find it odd that he talks to his dog. I talk to my dog, too. I'll tell Lucy hi when I get home, or call her dumb when she refuses to come inside and I'm forced to find shoes and wander into the huge backyard and make threatening gestures at her. But I don't go around chanting her name like she just threw the game-winning touchdown during overtime against the Oakland Raiders (yes, I'm a Broncos fan, suck it). 

I guess I should be glad that that's really all I have to deal with. I could live in an apartment building, and be completely surrounded by loud, obnoxious neighbors and their smelly dog poop. And despite the loud, inconsiderate neighbor and his poor taste in music, or the hippies that smoke pot and have drum circles that last way later than I would like because I have to get up for work in the morning, and the chickens that live next door and seem to hold chicken council meetings at 6am on Sunday mornings, it could always be worse. 

Cheers to bad neighbors, and a lack of neighbors that are even worse than the ones you already have. 

<3

-L

Well, fancy seeing you here.

I've been not writing as of late, and it's come to my attention that it isn't a good thing. Even if I'm worried that my blathering on about nonsensical, everyday life is dull to readers/followers/whatever, it's still somewhat therapeutic for me to do it anyway. Plus, getting over the fact that I'm the only one entertained by my ramblings helps me to be less insecure and self-conscious, so there's that, too.

Everything has changed, but it seems it's for the better. I only have a year of school left for my BA, and then a bajillion years until I have my PhD, so so I figured the smart thing to do would be to stop taking classes altogether and just work. Actually, that wasn't my first choice. But the whole "winning the lottery so I can stay in school and not be forced to get a full-time job" thing didn't really pan out. However, I really enjoy my new-ish job, and I love the people I'm surrounded by every day, so I suppose I'll have to find a way to finish school during non-school hours once I'm ready to move forward in that process.

Speaking of the new job, it's stellar. I get to do graphic design that's far too advanced for me (and pull that shit off, if I may say so myself), I get to wear yoga pants and tank tops if I so desire, I don't have to get there until 10ish every morning, and I'm surrounded by liberal, creative, like-minded people 95% of the time. I can see myself becoming an integral part of this business in the next year, and just never leaving (well, by "never leaving" I mean "staying for at least another 10+ years, until starting my own practice").

Other than that, life has been fairly steady. The boyfriend is great. Wait, have I mentioned the boyfriend? Has it been so long since I've written anything that no one knows of The Boyfriend? Well, we met and started dating in August. We had an instant spark, we're totally in love, blah blah fairy tale ramblings blah. Of course, the relationship has its occasional rocky moments, but those just tell me that it's a real relationship. People that are out to use you or take advantage of you rarely allow for disagreements. So, you know, mild occasional bickering is a good thing. It proves that you aren't being courted by a scam artist that has mistaken you for the daughter of a business mogul or heiress to a laundromat fortune, or something.

Anyway, that's where things are now. And things are good.

P.S. I'm taking bets on how long I manage to keep this thing updated regularly.