|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Gosh, oh golly gee. I was sitting right here in this spot a few hours ago, when I heard a
So, me being the Mrs. Kravits of the building, I looked out to see what was happening. As the skank drove by my window, she looked up and yelled "and FUCK YOU! You want to come out?"
Hell yes I wanted to come out.
Just as I hit the outside, the Asian woman arrived on the scene. There was a whole lot of yelling - mostly by skank woman. The handyman guy came by to break them up, and when I yelled down, demanding to know why skank woman said "fuck you" to ME, she denied even doing it!
Well, I slammed my door hard enough to break things. I stewed, and I steamed... Say "Fuck you" to ME, willya???!!
Then, I realized I would get nowhere acting like a mini-skank. I decided I would take this up with the manager, in a day or so. I have to call her about another matter anyway. I would be very calm, and more or less a victim. An innocent victim of the skank-ho's foul and shocking verbal assault *clutches pearls* I mean, how can decent people expect to live in such a nice apartment in this beautiful area, when their very neighbors are a threat????
Heh. Say "Fuck You" to ME, willya?
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|