Movin' On Up.

My apartment building is rather quaint and quite personal. There are seven spaces available, and six distinctive characters inhabit the grounds. But, something tells me there is a new joker residing within this facility, pillaging the community.


  The one I know best.(aka)  Roller-derby (the thorn in my side, most mornings). 

Roller-Derby (aka) homeboy lives directly above me, with his wood floors.

Not sure if I've actually ever seen him face-to-face. But our proximity allows me to know intimate details pertaining to his everyday life. 

1.  He has two desks, and maybe no legs. After some official tenant exploration, I noticed a bike chained to his balcony and recognized: he has two desks, and is excruciatingly lazy. As he rolls between desks all day/night long.  

2.  His alarm clock runs, roughly speaking, from 6:07 am until 7:07 am. With the loudest techno music, that would make the most enthusiastic club kid, want to willingly stick marsh-mellows into his ears and pencils into his eyes, in order to make the music stop. The alarm clock's purpose is unclear to me, as to he is still rolling from desk to desk at 6:05.  But, who has time to clock watch? - 

I've decided it's a give and take relationship between roller-derby and I (aka)  the girl that lives directly below him, playing the same song on repeat for five hours a setting. 

 As disruptive as this all sounds. There is a new cat on the block.  She (I discovered her gender as she drunkingly pounded on my door, inquiring about her "dryer cloths" one night) the newest passive aggressive member of the building. As if, I'm that desperate to sell another's belongings.  It was hard enough to get my own belongings into a plastic bag to sell for extra cash, forget the idea of having to steal- and then plastic bag  another's to a thrift shop. 

Next attack, was the pink post-it notes she placed on every vehicle parked in our "first come-first serve" parking lot. Reading in nearly illegible handwriting: "It would be nice if I could get my groceries into the building, but there is never parking here.  Am I mental about this issue??? Well yes, I am. But I would really like to be able to walk my groceries into my apartment." 

If I could only locate her car- I would leave a pink post-it as well "Hey lady... I'm mental too, but groceries can walk all on their own!"