I don't know if I told you all about the time that one of my neighbors was washing their clothes at 3 i nthe morning and another one told the landlord it was me. Well, I got home at 6:30 am after doing sheepy things and saw my next door neightbors carrying two (2) laundry baskets full of folded clothes. Sneaky fuckers. Also, I've figured out these neighbors are the ones that fart so loud I can hear them in my apartment.


Why do drunk people at the bus stop think that I want to talk to them, even when I am reading or listening to my headphones?