At least I *think* it was her.
Oh. I don’t think you know who that is, seeing as I didn’t tell you about her yet. The apartment building caretaker’s unit is right next to mine and well, he’s a short, kinda smallish black fellow who seems nice and all but nearly every night I have to turn up my TV to hide the screaming noises coming from next door because whoever he’s nailing, she’s either a supa-dupa drama queen who knows how to yell and scream good enough to git her a Oscar like Halle did, or else he is packin’ a baseball bat. I told my super fun gay neighbor friends about it, one of whom pshawed me, “Honey, no way she screams like that! He couldn’t be that good, I’ve SEEN him!” I summoned that same friend just after Thanksgiving. I went over and knocked. When he came to the door I grabbed him by the hand and, putting my index finger to my lips, brought him into the hall between his unit and mine to prove it. You could hear that shit OUT IN THE HALL. It was just like an episode of Sex & The City. Boy was he surprised!
Anyhoo. Back to the screamer. She and he were in the hall, as he was locking the door on their way out someplace. He said ‘hi’ to me and I said ‘hey’ back. She just stood there looking frumpy. She is but a ‘lil thing, and white as the snow! She sorta resembles a high school kid, at least her manner and dress did.
What’s been goin on…like you care:
Finally saw Mean Girls and Bend It Like Beckham this weekend. The first one was about what I expected, but Bend It was great, and a happy movie. Very teenybopper-ish on both counts, but fun anyway, and better than housework any day. More tv than I have watched in I dunno how long.
Shit is knee-deep ’round here. Work sucks. It’s paying well but I don’t like the hours and GOD is it ever boring. On the plus side, there’s this guy there, we’ll call him Ben. He’s one of them funny whiny liberals who try to argue with you on the bus, in the hall, at the water cooler, basically everywhere, so long as you are a milimeter over to the right from LEFT wing. He gets all red-faced and practically has an aneurism whenever I see him ’cause he’s so upset at what he calls the “Terrible state this country’s in because of that cokehead mafioso Bush!”. I forgot what Ben’s name is (really) but I know it starts with a B. I called him The Angry Inch until yesterday, when I decided to start calling him CNN because he spouts breaking Commie News Nuggets every so often. A bunch of us were in the breakroom the other day stretching our legs and getting more coffee when I overheard him talking to someone else and I couldn’t hear what exactly he was saying but it was something about exit polls and voter intimidation. This girl I was talking to laughed after I asked her to repeat something because I said, “Sorry, I was listening to CNN over there.”
Lest I forget to stay positive! Happy new year to all you sinners…here’s hoping you stick to your silly resolutions and whatnot. Seriously. You have my best wishes.
Same day, different year..
Other posts on this day:
- Oh, the irony of it all – 2007