Oh Happy Glorious Joyous Monday!
Went to leave for work this morning only to run into my apartment buildings' maintenance men. They informed me that the American-beer-swilling-college-boy-morons upstairs from our apartment have moved out! Happy happy, joy joy! My boyfriend and I had been thinking they were awfully quiet up there lately (no loud music, no idiot girls running up and down the stairs, no broken beer bottles in the parking lot, no more vomit on my car's windshield, etc. etc. etc.)
Needless to say this news pretty much made my day.
Showing posts with label Stupid College Boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stupid College Boys. Show all posts
June 2, 2003
May 12, 2003
It's official. I'm living in Animal House.
I had plans on Saturday to go visit my mother and to give her a mother's day present I picked up while I was on Mackinac Island last week. What awaited me once I got to my slightly rusty 13-year-old Honda Civic? Vomit on my windshield. That's right gentle blog readers - instead of yakking on the lawn, some drunken moron decided that my windshield looked entirely too clean and free of upchuck.
I was unthrilled.
Really, really, really unthrilled.
Now I don't have any proof that it was the American beer swilling college morons upstairs - but honestly now, if it walks like a duck, sounds like a duck and acts like a duck.....
Well it must be duck season.
I had plans on Saturday to go visit my mother and to give her a mother's day present I picked up while I was on Mackinac Island last week. What awaited me once I got to my slightly rusty 13-year-old Honda Civic? Vomit on my windshield. That's right gentle blog readers - instead of yakking on the lawn, some drunken moron decided that my windshield looked entirely too clean and free of upchuck.
I was unthrilled.
Really, really, really unthrilled.
Now I don't have any proof that it was the American beer swilling college morons upstairs - but honestly now, if it walks like a duck, sounds like a duck and acts like a duck.....
Well it must be duck season.
April 21, 2003
I'm a touch on the cranky side this morning - so consider yourself warned.
I am almost 28 years old - way too damn old to be living in an apartment complex that dumb-a** college idiot boys think is a dorm. If I see one more beer bottle (and they drink American beer - ewwww) in my parking lot, missing fire extingusher in my hallway, or hear them wrestling one more time in the middle of the night (they sound like they are going to come through my living room ceiling) I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.
Now I know not all college aged men are inconsiderate morons - it's just my dumb luck that the ones evolution should have weeded out decided to move in upstairs. I could live with the bass player (although the bass line to Crazy Train by Ozzy is burned into my brain for all eternity) - but this petty vandalizism has got to go. Am I asking too much?
I am almost 28 years old - way too damn old to be living in an apartment complex that dumb-a** college idiot boys think is a dorm. If I see one more beer bottle (and they drink American beer - ewwww) in my parking lot, missing fire extingusher in my hallway, or hear them wrestling one more time in the middle of the night (they sound like they are going to come through my living room ceiling) I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.
Now I know not all college aged men are inconsiderate morons - it's just my dumb luck that the ones evolution should have weeded out decided to move in upstairs. I could live with the bass player (although the bass line to Crazy Train by Ozzy is burned into my brain for all eternity) - but this petty vandalizism has got to go. Am I asking too much?
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