Tag: neighbors

I know…

It has been stated that I am slowly growing out of my normal ranting lunatic mood.

You miss that. I get it.
Saving the world from itself one word at a time is taxing….be patient.

So in order to set your minds at ease, I’ve decided to show you that the ranting lunatic is still quite alive with a short citation of proof that I am in fact still pissed at someone or something in this world at all times…even when I sleep.

I am pissed at a world that makes me park my motorcycle under the stairway leading to my apartment because me and all my neighbors are totally afraid someone is going to steal it.

Parents that think they can take care of and raise their kids while getting high.

I am 100% POed at mosquitoes. They suck. I am allergic and am now sick thanks to the freaky mosquito invasion around our building.

Douchebags that think giving to charity makes up for telling people they are worthless all day.

Shower shelves with suction cups that don’t actually work and fall and make a noise something akin to what I construe to possibly being the end of the world when I am asleep.

Politicians that seriously think a city-owned hotel addresses the concerns and needs of all the people living in Dallas.

Whoever the asshat was that cancelled Firefly so Enterprise could run.

….yeah…there’s lots more. I actually keep a list.

…all that stuff that ticks me off…I might not remember everything, but I make notes about it πŸ˜‰

-T




My neighbors rock!!

So as everyone knows, I live in a little-known alcove of apartments here in Dallas.

They aren’t ritzy in the least, but their location is awesome.

..so are my neighbors πŸ˜‰

I am going to be working all weekend…essentially the only free time I’ll get is spare hours where the guy on call doesn’t need me to answer questions (he’s new). On the way home after grabbing my lotto tickets, I was dreading having to cook tonight snce I have been dieting and it is an absolute trial to cook without breaking my diet.

…so…as I said earlier…the neighbors rock.

I am pulling in from work and my downstairs neighbors are grilling. Of course we wave and say hello..same ol’ same ol’.

Only a few minutes after I am in my apartment, I hear a stampede of kids coming up the stairs. Now I already know they’re there for me…since the apartment next to mine seems to be vacant all the time…anyhow…the kids knock lightly….and when I answer, they practically fight over who gets to speak to me (this is awesome sauce because these particular kids are so funny) and after about 20 seconds of them finding some semblance of alpha hierarchy, the oldest (8-9 years old tops) start telling me that his uncle wants to know if I am hungry. Of course I was…I’ve been eating like 20 grams of carbs a day for 4 days…after that you start thinking people might be tasty.

‘kay…so I come down a few minutes later, and he has a plate made for me already and it’s amazingly nothing but grilled chops and beef…which just happens to be within the okay zone for me since it’s dinnertime and perfectly arranged…and the best part…on the side was a little homemade avocado spread (not guac, just a little avocado mixed up with cilantro and onions). For those of you who don’t know…this is the only way I eat avocado…it’s like these guys are psychic πŸ˜‰

Anyhow…I was so happy with their generosity and good nature (their kids are great!) that when I was done I returned to hang out, grace them once again with my vast and awesome presence, and most importantly hook them up with a bottle of Mona Vie. Initially they thought it was some sort of wine, so I got to turn them on to the awesomeness that is MV πŸ˜‰

Bottom line. I didnt have to cook. My neighbors rock. πŸ™‚

-Tony