Feeling a little better
Someone left dog crap in the yard, and I am SO mad. There’s only two other people that have dogs here. Nosy bitch, and the lady who lives next door to me, but she only stays there in the summer, and she is not living there right now. I am going to be mad about this for a long time. I tried to call my landlord to tell him I have been picking up the crap, and someone else isn’t, and tell him about the rude note. He didn’t answer though. Nosy bitch always picks her dog’s up, so it could just be that this is the beach and people walk their dogs down here. I was thinking I should not pick it up because it’s not my dogs, but I think I will just because I don’t want to hear anything from whoever left that note. I will try to call him in a little bit.
I feel a little better today. I’ll probably go to my parent’s and bring the stuff over that my aunt bought them. My aunt bought me a little statue from Rio De Janeiro, and I set it on my TV stand. My cat knocked it down, and Andy chewed on it. I got a Niagara Falls t-shirt,a key chain, and a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt. She paid for it all and insisted. I felt bad because she spent a lot of money on me. She paid for everyone to go bowling, like 7 or 8 people. She paid for food for everyone a few times. Ewww there’s this place called Anderson’s there, it’s a popular ice cream place, and I had mashed potatoes from there, and they were SOOOOOO nasty. They did not even taste ANYTHING like mashed potatoes. They tasted like freaking dog food. I was starving, as usual, but I could not even eat them. They were saying maybe they are instant mashed potatoes. I have had instant mashed potatoes before, and they are 100 times better than that crap.
People in New York are freaking crazy, or maybe it’s just my family. It was 40-50 degrees out, and they had the windows open and AC on in the car. I was freezing my ass off the whole entire time I was there. It was sooooooooooo cold.
I am losing weight in my boobs. My new bras are getting too big on me. I am also getting rashes under my boobs, which is one reason they give people who have had weight loss surgery boob jobs.
I thought about putting a stake in the yard with a sign on it next to the poop. It would say something like it’s not my dog’s. I am crazy like that. I wouldn’t do it, it’s just another one of those thoughts that sounds good in my head. I’m going to ask nosy bitch if she left the note next time I see her. I would think she would have told me herself, as outspoken as she is. I don’t think she would have threatened me like that either. We talk all the time, and she is really nice to me, and she knows a lot about how I get depressed and stuff like that since she works in mental health. She works at the local looney bin. I would just really like to know if it was her or not. I like her, and it would hurt if it was her because I know her better than anybody here. I know it wouldn’t be the guy that has a crush on me, and I know it wouldn’t be the girl that came crying at my door drunk off her ass once. I need to stop obsessing about it, but I make a big deal out of everything. That’s one thing Andrew hated about me, I can never just drop anything. He got real pissed when I said all that mean shit about Jenn. He would always throw it in my face when I wouldn’t drop something. “It’s just like that one time when you did that online.”
I don’t know most of my neighbors. I have never even seen most of them. According to my calculations, there’s only about 30 apartments here, and it’s all one building. I only know who about 6 or 7 of them are. Everybody basically minds their own business. Nobody parties or causes any trouble. Most of the people are older. Not old, but not teenagers or even in their 20s. I was told by one of my neighbors that I had never even seen before that we are not allowed to have dogs here. My landlord must be telling people that now. He definitely knows about my dogs. He never told me anything like that when I moved in, that I can remember, but I also didn’t ask him if I could have dogs. I just got my dogs, and he never said anything to me about it. He is really nice. Emily lived here for a few months, and she hated him. He is so nice to me though. I’ve heard people complain about him. Nosy bitch complains about him.
I am so hungry. All I’ve had is two crackers today. I am going to call my surgeon’s office now.
Also, I am SO horrible about returning comments, even on my favorite blogs. I have no motivation to do anything 
Edit-
God, appointments doesn’t even answer the phone. They make me leave a message, and it takes me to the same person that I left a message for TWO days ago. They usually have their act way together. Maybe it’s because they just moved to the hospital. They need to freaking call me back. I told them that I can’t eat.
May 8th, 2008 at 5:31 pm
I’d keep trying to contact your landlord. Let him know what’s going on with the letter someone stuck on your door… and mention the ones you left in return were taken. Maybe you’ll let him know before the other person does, so you can get your side of the story in.
We don’t really talk with any of our neighbors. We’ll do the friendly nod and wave, but that’s about the extent of it. And our neighbors to the left.. ugh. Strange, strange people.