I really need to stop watching the Real Housewives of Orange County...it ticks me off. One of them had a nose job under the guise of needing her sinuses fixed. Grr...but I cannot look away. It's like a spoiled train wreck.
My new plan to annoy our vampire neighbors is to make as much noise as humanly possible early in the morning. They appear to sleep until noon, which is annoying in and of itself, but the fact that at 11 p.m., I hear their demon kid running around, ugh....they are on my list. Also included on the list are Rush Limbaugh, cows, and people who drive Hummers who are not rappers or actively in a war.
I had this lofty idea that I would read and in some cases, re-read classic books. I have like 4,000 books, most of which are still at the unsold house, but I brought the ones I thought I would read to the apartment. So, "Atlas Shrugged" and "The Great Gatsby," among others, are mocking me from a bag while I read People magazine and play Draw Something on my phone. Maybe I have ADHD. I think Bloody Marys might cure that.
Besides my neighbors, dishes are my new albatross. I'm trying to be a good Martha Stewart-esque wife, making delicious and nutritious dinners every night, and that produces an entire load of dishes every day. So, in keeping with my "torture the neighbors" plan, I do them every morning, because this apartment has walls that are paper thin and every time the water runs through the dishwasher or shower, both floors can hear it...sigh....I wish Alabama had a lottery. I don't want to live near people I don't select anymore...
I also sing all day long, which is not particularly new, but for some reason, weird things like Run DMC and Snoop Dog are creeping in. What's THAT about? I think my monkey DJ needs interaction, too. He's starting to lash out.
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