Loud neighbor

Just a few tidbits of facts/events which have happened to me lately….

Usually I’m a pretty good neighbor. If you’re loud and it’s the weekend I do not say a word. If it’s Saturday night and your drunk ass falls into my front door at 3 am, I just peek out to make sure you’re not dead. Basically I never, ever complain. Over the past few months my neighbor w/ whom I share a living room wall must have gone deaf. Most nights, usually pretty late ie. after 12 am. he likes to watch movies at ear piercing decibels. I’ve said something to my manager once and she told me if I “officially” complained they would have to note it in his record. Ok really it wasn’t that big of a deal. I’m awake at those hours too and though it’s annoying trying to hear my TV over his, it’s not that bad. Not last night. At 1 am. I am in my bed, trying to go to sleep and it’s like i”m watching The Dark Knight with the guy. After trying to sleep for 20 min I get up, while in my PJs, knock on his door. Not once, not twice, but three times I have to pound on it before I get a not-so-friendly gruff, “Who’s there?!” Um your neighbor. “What do you want?!” Um I can hear your movie in my bedroom could you please turn it down? “oh, ok.” Now really, your movie is sooooo loud that i have to band, loudly on your door three times! Get a bell tone man.

For work we officially no longer have an office suite. Yep, when you do a TV pilot and it goes long you lose your office. Well that leaves me to sit all day long in our editing bay with my bosses as they hash out a script and I try to look busy. Like writing this post. Honestly I wish I had more work to do but I don’t and I have no imput on this script because I’ve gone brain dead and no longer care. Yes, this is not good nor will it get me another job but for some reason I cannot muster the energy to care. I digress. Except for that I love my post house. They order you lunch, have a fully stocked kitchen, the Avid’s never crash, the girls bathroom is always clean because they are no girls here. AND today I found out that in said bathroom not only is there mouthwash, lotion, dental floss, free toothbrushes, and air freshner but there are free “female” products. Seriously who’s ever heard of that before?! Now when you’re stuck and do not have that magic quarter you do not have to go out to your male counterparts and ask for it. And you get to go, “Um no two dimes and a nickle will not work. Um why? Umm it just won’t. Don’t ask.” We’ve all been there. We’ve all had to do it but not here!!!

Another good story…..the other day I went and had the really fun bikini wax. Now again, ladies, don’t even try to tell me “it’s not that bad.” Not that bad my ass. I’ve been at this for awhile and shit still hurts. And I’m not a quick recover so those who get this done and then jump right into bed….lord am I jealous of you. My waxing woes are not the story…..while comiserating said woes to a friend she was like wasn’t this a problem when you lived in the midwest? To answer that question, no. Why not? Cause midwest boys do not care as much….she didn’t believe me. It’s not they don’t like the benefits of the wax. Oh no, it’s just that in the midwest most, not all, boys pretty abandon that area except for the main act. Oh yes, it’s all about them. Which not so much fun for the ladies! Oh and then I have to ask who in the hell thought it was a good idea to dry hump women like they were dogs? Seriously this is not a turn on, this does not turn me on, nor does it ever accomplish “the goal”. I hate it! Most women do. Just lettin’ ya know out there. Knock it off! That and jack rabbit sex. Please. 99% of women do not want their vagina pounded so much that the next day it’s bruised. Yes, that’s good time. NO, NO IT”S NOT!

Well there’s some rants for ya….