Good Morning to the internet.

It’s funny that I’m writing this,as I sit here and type out the words understanding that it’s highly probable I will be the only one to read it. Whatever. At least it’s all out of my head.

Skip straight to it… I am NOT a fan of the hours between 11pm and 5am. This is when I prefer to be asleep. My body really likes this specific time frame. I’m just shy of a sloth with the attitude of a pissed off fire ant when I don’t get my 6 hours. Seriously. I don’t even want to be dealing with myself.

So, we got these new neighbors.

A younger pair, I’d estimate mid to late 20’s. I have no idea what they do for employ but I do know it causes them to leave extra early. I have often opened the front door and admired their cute little doormat which reads ‘Hola’ (Because you totally can’t live in Arizona and not have some overproduced propaganda saying I know a Spanish word.. I’m cute). Shit sorry… my sarcastic squirrel fell out again. I have tried to give the benefit of the doubt… but there is just two things… I can totally envision the conversation.

• Me: ‘ Hi Neighbor’
• Them ‘ Hi”
• Me ‘ Look. I don’t know if you are aware. You’re super cute but you have a serious issue controlling the volume of your voice. *points at big window on landing* I don’t know if you’re aware, but that is our bedroom. There is no need to scream when you’re leaving the house. In addition, the camera there isn’t covering your door or there for your personal mean mugging. The door slamming is also causing shit to fall of our shelves and has woken our dog out of a post walk coma. I get that life as a couple can be stressful… but y’all have neighbors and we aren’t over here being ridiculous.

Then I probably get a whole attitude with a side serving of go fuck yourself…or some lie – we’ll try to keep it down’ Then they will call the office and manipulate the story how they want, and I’ll be forced to burn a bag of dog shit on their cute little doorstep.

Probably best to keep the peace and send Biggie. 😂

I won’t even address how they went to take the trash out yesterday and I got gifted with a Walgreens bag of bathroom trash. You could have at least told me I was pretty first….

On to start the day now that I’ve gotten this out of my system. It Friday.. I thought that was suppose to mean something but it seems lately all the days are just running together. I have an exhilarating day of walking the dog and watching Catfished through Snapchat filters. May even write again… it could get crazy around here.

Have a good day to anyone actually reading this….