Six months ago, our neighbors moved in. Tomorrow, they move out. About freaking time!
They were a bunch of punk asses. Petty criminals which the police knew about. Dressed like they were gangstas. Inconsiderate assholes who thought the world existed for them.
Much to my happiness, they are finally leaving. They have woken me up soo many times in the middle of the night over the past 6 months that I've just stopped counting. Twice this week they woke me up. Well, the second time was because of the police pounding on their door at 11pm. While I was tired, I had to listen on to what was going on. Not like I had a choice. They were on the other side of the bedroom wall.
So a chapter closes and I hope to some invisible force in the sky that the next tenants are from the swedish swimsuit team. Ok, not really cause that would be creepy. Japanese would be good. Ok, now I'm just creepy. Dressed in cosplay outfits. Really, really, really, creepy.
On another note, I will be down in the Tri-Cites at the end of October. Be scared. Or creeped out.