This morning my upstairs neighbor,Roger, spent 4 hours in the laundry room. His clothes were done so I neatly put them in his basket and put my stuff in. He comes down and tells me to have the courtesy of calling him when his shit’s done. Fine. But not fine. He hogs the laundry room, takes other tenants laundry out..and so much more. Basically the douchenozzle has no courtesy and doesn’t respect any of us living in this building. So as we’re talking he puts his 2 yr old son in front of him. That fucker! I had to watch my language because of him. When I get mad I develop a Staten island accent and pretty much sound like Drita from mobwives. I have no idea…

Anyway, it’s been a long morning to afternoon. I felt the need to blog this,since I don’t really blog.