peaceful resistance

the days since my last post have been solid, sometimes even unbelievably so. i've had stressful days at work and in general, but if nothing else i'm getting pretty good at saying to intimidating people, no, you will not fuck me over.

on a somewhat related note, i have posted a few pictures to illustrate just how delusional our downstairs neighbors are and just how childish college-educated people can be. let this be a testament to the all-too-prevalent incidence of adult temper tantrums. they're sweeping the nation.





not only do they beat on the ceiling every time nora and i so much as think about walking on our floor, but they are cRAAAzY. actually, i only suspect one of them but still... "crazy by association" is a diagnosable illness. in what kind alternate universe do you learn that it's an option to make up arbitrary rules like "you can't park next to my window"? and then go so far as to PRINT computer-generated signs, attach them to garbage cans, and roll the evidence of your dysfunction into my parking space in an attempt to spread your psychosis?

i have met two weirder people in my life: a railing homeless guy in front of the Walgreens on 4th and King, and this girl in Germany who used to eat the dead skin off the bottom of her feet. frankly, they should all get together and have dang-we-crazy meeting.

*manda