Like Sands Through The Hourglass...

Living at our new place for almost a year now and we have neighbors, though not as exciting as "the whore and her sister" and "the cougar who lives below us" from our previous abode. Here we have "the douche bag" or "DB" for short, the old lady and her son, and the lonely, old woman who pushes her dog in a pink baby carriage.

DB is a man who has a hairy chest, (and we know because he likes to wear open shirts) a lovely fake tan, receding hairline and just tries to emanate a "cool" persona but fails and only succeeds to exude "douche bag".

The lady and her son live across the hall and he is maybe 50, has down syndrome, and runs away from me whenever he sees me. She is a sweet, southerner who often parks her car crookedly.

The pink-carriaged dog lady lives below us. She once tapped on the ceiling at midnight when we were banging on the bed. We were literally banging on the bed because we just bought it from IKEA and had to assemble it with hammers and nails. Rich and she never got along well after that. Although, she's very pleasant to me. Her dog likes to jump on my leg whenever it's not secure in it's carriage.


More newcomers, haven't really met them all and saving my opinions and vignettes for another day.

Me.