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And needs a bleeding rectum to match the shitstains on his ugly face.

He just now had the gall to let me know that the trash bins are filling up before the end of the week. Okay, what am I supposed to do, not throw my trash and recycling out? As it is (and hello idiot, I know they’re filling up!), I sometimes wait until trash day, after the bins have been emptied, to put some of my trash and recycling out. So, to put it mildly, fuck you.

I’m not sure how or why they’re filling up so quickly, but to my mind, a responsible, common-courtesy-type landlord would, instead of blaming the problem on his tenant, contact waste management to — hold onto your hats, folks — request bigger bins.

Dipshit.

I’m ready to commit myself.

It started with a call after I had fallen asleep. I already knew that George Carlin died today. But this was a long-distance call from an area code back home in Texas. Because a) I was asleep, and b) I didn’t recognize the number, I didn’t take the call. I got a text shortly thereafter about Carlin. I wrote back, “Who is this?” “It’s Jeff.” “K sorry middle of the night for me.”

Anyway, after another text, I was wide-awake. That’s about when the fly/mosquito (I’m still awake battling the fucker, so I’m not sure which it is) started up. A couple of fruitless swats of a magazine later, and I was sleepy. That’s about when a neighbor’s smoke alarm became faulty. Intermittent as all hell.

I haven’t heard the smoke alarm in about fifteen minutes, but I know that bug is waiting for me to turn out the lights.

I’m also waiting for the annoying as piss dogs upstairs to start barking right outside my window. Oh, and just after that, the crazy bitch next door is scheduled to kick off one of her soliloquys.

I was first nodding off around 10:30 p.m. It’s now 3:03 a.m. and I’ve got about 20 minutes cumulative of sleep.

Oh, what a night.

No, really:

Turns out a fucking crazy lady who “lives” next door dumped all this shit all over my landlord’s car sometime overnight. i wasn’t here.

The landlord wasn’t able to get his car out of the garage, and instead walked to work. Then he spent a good chunk of the day talking with the police, the DPW, and the department of health.

She’s under a conservatorship, so there’s not a lot we can do.

The reason it looks the way it does is that, naturally, people have been rummaging through the crap all day. Most of the bags are open. Do I even need to mention that it smells fucking terrible?

So what I’m pissed about, besides the obvious, is this situation in which this is allowed to happen. Because of some set of laws, I am forceds to put up with this shit. In addition to this grand display of neighborly love, she routinely keeps or wakes me up in the late and early hours, singing or shouting nonsensically. Or, even better, sometimes she plays her music out the window, loudly.

Oh, and her cat shits all over my garden.

I’m so fucking pissed that nothing is going to happen. Even DPW is taking its time getting out here to clean this shit up.

UGH.