Here you go, Lisa.





Actually, the dog's name is Sebastian. She says it's not hers but its always over there (or in this case, here)

There are two little piles of poopy outside my living room patio door right now, as i'm typing this. That is neighbor girl's leg in the photo. I know she sees the damn poop, for God's sake.

The plants in the photos marks the border of my balcony (i managed to kill a freakin' palm tree plant in florida. that's no easy task, people. hey, don't judge me! i've always said i had a black thumb!)

C(K)arl, uh Sebastian, is a little skittish, so i had to zoom to take this shot. he would run down to me, but not let me touch him or pick him up.

he is a cutie, though. i just wish they'd PICK UP HIS POOP OFF OF MY BALCONY!

i went today to renew my lease (so i could get a cheaper rent when this one is up) and asked the leasing agent (who is super cool) if they had evicted her. she's not the boss though, she said she didn't know because the boss-lady had made her show neighbor girl an apartment in another part of the complex. she told me they've been repeatedly trying to call her but she won't answer. i let her know that i'd witnessed the screaming matches between her and the lady over the fence, to which she confirmed the lady calls all the time and complains about her. and that she has a friend's dog that stays there constantly and poops on my balcony. i also told her because she was friends with the guys downstairs, even if she just went to another part of the complex, she'd still be down there partying and making noise. I don't usually narc on people, but this girl is kind of out of control most of the time, especially when she drinks.

on a personal basis, i don't mind the girl. i get along with her, but she's just so damn noisy and she comes unhinged and gets beligerant so easily. lord, i feel sorry for her kids. they are 6,5, and 4. i never ever see them (i've seen the oldest once, he walks home from school by himself...while it's less than a block away, we can't see the school from our side of the building. it only takes a second to nab a child, especially when he has to walk through the parking lot by the dumpsters...that's an easy, easy place to grab a kid. hell, z's grade school was about the same distance, i could see it from my apartment, but i still walked him to school in the morning and stood outside and watched him walk home with his friends in the afternoon)
and i never ever hear them except occasionally on saturday mornings. i think she pawns them off on relatives and fathers (they all have different dads) all the time.

oh well, enough is enough. i've got places to go and people to see.

outtie ;-)