The good news is, my mom will be at the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago on Thursday, that’s the best news ever, to have my mom here.
The other news is that I move in with John at the end of May. That is both scary and good news.
The thing of it is, my once quiet apartment has turned into a frickin prison with all the noise going on. The stomper above me and the deaf kid below me are forcing me out of my apartment like I’m a frickin’ pimple on my apartments face.
My new upstairs neighbor must be male, because even Rosie O’Donnell doesn’t walk as loudly as this guy. But the thing is, he walks around ALL the time. It’s bizarre, because I live in a studio and so does he, there’s not that much walking around to be done. He wakes up at 5:30 am and stomps around till about 6:30. Literally stomping, for an hour, all throughout the apartment.
The small change kid below me is either deaf, or just obnoxious. He plays his music SO LOUD that I feel old. How could he listen to it that loud? It turns to noise for petes sakes! Not music! He also watches his television extremely loudly. Again, this is a studio, can he not hear it 2 feet away in the kitchen?
So I have the loud deaf guy at night and the stomper early in the morning. I end up sometimes just lying in my bed yelling at both of them, just yelling to shut up and whoever hears me might just stop.
So I want out, I could be moving in with George W. Bush and I’d be excited.
I hear through the grapevine Rob and Ambah don’t win Amazing Race, but I don’t care, I still love it. But where oh where is the Starlet? How sad.
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