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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Apr 22, 2006 21:21:20 GMT -5
I think there are also illegal immigrants in our building & people who I've never actually seen, although the cops are always 'paying them visits'.
The most normal people in the complex are myself & my roomies & these perma-stoned uni students who invite us around to drink bourbon & play this music trivia game on the PS2 every week. And we're quite abnormal as it is...
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 23, 2006 19:15:17 GMT -5
layla, can i come make a documentary or photo essay on your building? do you think the tenets will accept interviews?
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Post by Kensterberg on Apr 23, 2006 19:16:42 GMT -5
I'm sure they'll have no problem with interviews, just tell 'em your from HBO!
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Post by rockysigman on Apr 23, 2006 19:53:36 GMT -5
My venting of the day:
I still haven't heard from Holzman about what he thought of the acoustic version of "Spiders (Kidsmoke)". What gives, Holzman?
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 25, 2006 3:33:42 GMT -5
lol. good point, ken.  tube lovers love to be tubed. |
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Post by frag on Apr 25, 2006 4:35:49 GMT -5
The building I live in houses such choice members of society as: the heroin addict who wears tank tops every day even though her arms are like maps of state highways with all the track marks. She is forever asking me for a dollar. I don't know what kind of smack you can buy with a dollar... It's actually baby powder and sea salt. Shh, trade secret. Yeah, really, junkies give terrible HJs, since their arm muscles are reduced to mere mush. The vet on the other hand, I bet he's got something going. Yes yes, I see. The loud faked orgasm was clearly an invite. I knew it. |
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Post by poseidon on Apr 25, 2006 22:45:31 GMT -5
I thought this was a board for vents??
I have a good one for tomorrow. Have to give it some thought first...
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Post by Paul on Apr 26, 2006 9:11:26 GMT -5
My venting of the day: I still haven't heard from Holzman about what he thought of the acoustic version of "Spiders (Kidsmoke)". What gives, Holzman? * coughs* Kinks review Mr. Sigman? |
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Post by Ayinger on Apr 26, 2006 18:55:18 GMT -5
The building I live in houses such choice members of society as: the heroin addict who wears tank tops every day even though her arms are like maps of state highways with all the track marks. She is forever asking me for a dollar. I don't know what kind of smack you can buy with a dollar... the psychotic war vet who greets me each morning with "hello, dirty cunt" (no one knows HOW he got an apartment here, considering the rent isn't that cheap...must be a perk of armed service...though I don't know how the junkie pays HER rent...) the steroid-using gym monkey two floors up. Has excessive body hair & is always in the communal laundry, washing out smelly gym clothes. I say "morning, how are you?" He grunts back, which is steroidese for "I'm good, how are you?" an African woman who I swear practises voodoo. I asked her name once (in the laundry) & she fixed me with a death glare & started chanting at me. She wears feathers in her hair & when you walk past her apartment it smells funny, like voodoo potions or whatnot A metrosexual banker who brings home a different girl every weekend & then if I happen to be walking to the bustop at the same time, tells me all about it. He likes girls on top. Yes. Thanks for the info, mate A woman with an Elvis Presley fixation So...the loud sex neighbours aren't so bad. Except that I've now discovered they're swingers. How did I find that out? The fake orgasm girlfriend told me, while I was folding clothes in the laundry yesterday. I said "well...thats nice" & then I ran upstairs, almost running into the voodoo lady who death-glared me again. So I guess it's a safe bet that you really don't need cable TV huh? Don feels fairly secure in his apt./neighborhood as the biggest rouser is himself 'fer playing his music too loud and getting the cops called... |
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Post by wayved on Apr 26, 2006 22:53:55 GMT -5
Holy shit! That place, Layla, sounds insane!
VENT: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
*&^%*^&%*&&$#^%$^%$&^%#^%$#^%$#^%$#^%#^
Everyone I know was in a bad mood today. Even me. Fook! But theres no reason why really.
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Apr 26, 2006 23:08:23 GMT -5
I attract lunatics like theres no tomorrow. They flock to me like crackwhores to a crackhouse. This made me laugh: Yeah, really, junkies give terrible HJs, since their arm muscles are reduced to mere mush. The vet on the other hand, I bet he's got something goingNice, haha  I don't think theres ever a reason to be in a bad mood really. Its just fun to act like a shit sometimes & slam a door or two. I think one bad mood a fortnight is healthy. |
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 27, 2006 0:54:18 GMT -5
layla, you're absolutely right.
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Post by Thorngrub on Apr 27, 2006 14:04:35 GMT -5
La - - awesome writeup on your tenement building. You could film a sitcom there, for real.
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Post by wayved on Apr 28, 2006 1:02:32 GMT -5
Thorn: that sitcom would have so much twisted promise! Its foul! I dont know if there is a laundry room there (oh yeah there is from what was posted...)
Layla-lalala (happily folding her laundry)
Swinger Chick--"Those are some nice underthangs. fake orgasm lessons at 9 pm! You got some change?"
Layla-HHEEEE YAAAAH (goes into this strange Bruce Lee mode. Then it wouldnt be a sitcom anymore. Beatings ensue)
Swinger Chick-"You Got me this time--thanks --youll see what my female noises are like tonight then" (staggers off)
Ryan Adams stumbles in from the left with a notepad and a sack of something. "IS this Chelsea?" he asks "slurrily"
Layla: HEEE YAH! To be continued...sorry.....
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Post by Fuzznuts on Apr 28, 2006 6:36:48 GMT -5
Post of the Day. Congratulations, glen.
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tube lovers love to be tubed.
