moof

Dear Diary,

                 Last night was extra special. I got bitched at by Queen 'Zilla, our upstairs neighbor. She took exception when I went and yelled at her kids for being outside the apartment at a quarter before midnight setting off fireworks. Oh yes, such responsible parenting, such a caring mother. *drips sarcasm* This paragon of mothering went on to inform me that in the future I was to complain only to her and if she felt it was a meritted complaint that she'd , "go right up there and punch them."

  I've kept quiet about the things that her kids do because I figured it just wasn't worth the hassle. Now I'd keep quiet because mom is a psycho. Her kids have done such fun things as going through our possesions in the basement, spraying water through the windows from a hose and peeping in our bedroom windows.

  *shakes head* I hate living this closely to other humans. If anything convinces me that we should relocate, it's shit like this.