allow me, if i might, to tell you a tale of two neighbors.... my neighbors. so i'm not actually included in the "two". and really, there are a lot more than just two. because one place has three people living there and the other place has two people. sorry, i'm getting into too much detail. it's ruining the story isn't it?
ok. neighbors upstairs. we've talked about her and "it" extensively (there's also another roommate, but she's just a skank who's hardly ever there. i don't really have any complaints about her). do i really need to get into detail at this point? the conclusion, obviously, is that upstairs neighbor = bad.
neighbor next door. we've never talked about them to my knowledge. they're in their mid 30's. man/woman, they have a dog named plato. they're french & italian. tonight, they bought me a mile high mud pie dessert (oh, before that, they invited me out to supper. i said i'd go but would just have a soda since i had already eaten two of the most delicious bbq hamburgers ever... oh god... sorry. details.) anyway, my point is next door neighbors = good. they don't have a thing that screams and they buy me desserts. big, expensive desserts.
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does your upstairs neighbor have highlights or a tattoo?
definitely highlights. and she seems like the tattoo type. then again, i'd say that about most 20 year old unwed mothers.
Mmm... mud pie...
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