dirtyground

does the lady living next door on my floor have to do all this, seeing as my bedroom and her living room are two feet apart
:
1) train her fucking dog at 7am? NO. NO. BAD LADY NEXT DOOR.
2) explain very loudly, with impressions of the movie AND the people working at the movie theater, in great detail, her trip to see 'The Sisterhood of The Travelling Pants' to her mom?
3) watch daytime soaps on at full blast?
3a) make me late for class 'cause i am enjoying said soap operas vicariously through my window?
4) have tearful yelling 'weve run out of ice cream and you never respect me' phonecalls to her ex-husband at 3am every fucking night?
5) masturbate viciously on an otherwise quiet sunday afternoon?
6) perhaps - and dont think im casting anything on anyone - get a job? i've only ever seen her sit outside with a blue unopened binder and smoke Marb Lights.

i don't know her name. i don't think i've ever actually met her.
thats all folks
♥n