G to the Z, I, L, L, A

Apartment dwelling is always a bit of a crap shoot.  Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.  I'm not new; I've been a renter for nearly ten years now and yet some things never fail to set my blood a'boiling.

Take our upstairs neighbor, Godzilla, for example: He of the Heavy Boot, The Midnight Stomper, Old Cement Foot, The Elephantine Sensation.  Or as I was lovingly referring to him at 3 o'clock this morning, One Crazy, Mutha ****ing, Sonofabitching Bastard.  I'm not sure exactly what it is he's doing, but the more he does of it, the more curious Hubby and I become.  Last night poor G-Zilla had misplaced something, or so we imagined as we listened to him bounding from room to room. 

Oh, Godzilla.  You silly little stomper, you. 

 

Comments

[Amy]

Maybe it's our sophomore year roommate. She had a bit of a heavy foot as well. Those damn big clunky shoes. At least he's not chanting like your other neighbor.

[Sissy]

Yes, nothing was as disturbing as the neighbor who stopped and did the Gregorian chanting.

[Amy]

And wore long black trench coats in the summer....