Front row seat for the Theater of Magnolia
My neighbors are having a HUGE FIGHT and I can hear it all from my bedroom window.
The girl (I don't know her name) is fighting with her boyfriend (Dustin). She's screaming at him for being a drunk and how she doesn't have to put up with his shit because she put up with it for four years in her last relationship, I can suss that out for sure, but they keep straying off into tangents. I can't hear Dustin too well, but she keeps screaming, "I NEVER SAID THAT!!! WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT?!" She even started crying once, then I heard things being slammed around and even a "IT'S OVER!" They're still screaming at each other as I'm typing this, it's a cacaphony of "Fuck!"
These kids sure are resilient. When Jenni and I fought I never let it last this long, I was down the street after five minutes. Do I REALLY miss serious relationships? I forgot about the fighting part. But in a really strange way, I miss that.
This is in fact the cute girl that I stalk from my bedroom window that lives in the apartment building next to mine. Maybe I can move in for the kill. I'll leave a box of chocolates on her doorstep with a note attached that says "Sorry about your drunken boyfriend, <3 the guy in Pacific Place #7." But she needs to find it first, the alternative wouldn't work out too well.
Also - earlier, across the street, there were two missionaries going door to door, and some guy drove by and threw a milkshake at them which splaterred all over one's feet.
My neighborhood rules today.
The girl (I don't know her name) is fighting with her boyfriend (Dustin). She's screaming at him for being a drunk and how she doesn't have to put up with his shit because she put up with it for four years in her last relationship, I can suss that out for sure, but they keep straying off into tangents. I can't hear Dustin too well, but she keeps screaming, "I NEVER SAID THAT!!! WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT?!" She even started crying once, then I heard things being slammed around and even a "IT'S OVER!" They're still screaming at each other as I'm typing this, it's a cacaphony of "Fuck!"
These kids sure are resilient. When Jenni and I fought I never let it last this long, I was down the street after five minutes. Do I REALLY miss serious relationships? I forgot about the fighting part. But in a really strange way, I miss that.
This is in fact the cute girl that I stalk from my bedroom window that lives in the apartment building next to mine. Maybe I can move in for the kill. I'll leave a box of chocolates on her doorstep with a note attached that says "Sorry about your drunken boyfriend, <3 the guy in Pacific Place #7." But she needs to find it first, the alternative wouldn't work out too well.
Also - earlier, across the street, there were two missionaries going door to door, and some guy drove by and threw a milkshake at them which splaterred all over one's feet.
My neighborhood rules today.