I’m going to start blogging about my neighborhood for now on. The meaning behind it, I am surrounded by idiots!
First off, I have no kids of my own *THANK GOD!!!* Secondly, living in the same neighborhood and see the changes of my neighbors is a great form of birthcontrol.
Case #1
I know that it is summer time and school is out. But that doesn’t give you the right to have your kids still play around outside at 8:30 at night. I’m not sure what is going on in the parents’ heads, but do you know where your children are? Probably not. You work all day and can’t stand your own child, so you just let them go where ever they want and have them do whatever they want. As of now, I am hearing kids outside my window. Like litterly, OUTSIDE MY F’N WINDOW! I’m hearing the screeches of bikes, swearing, and possibly the sound of a paintball gun. I should know because there are white paintball splats on our retaining wall.
Case #2
Weekends. I love my weekends and I’m pretty sure kids love them as well. The kids in my neighborhood would kill for an extra day off. They start playing at around 6:15 – 6:30 in the morning, and of course don’t go home *if they have a home* at around 11:30 at night. There goes my weekend of chilling at home. I love it when ever I go outside to do my laundry and get stink eye from all the kids from across the street. Little f’n bastards!
You might be thinking, ‘you called the cops on them or something?’ Yes, Yes I have!! PLENTY TIMES!!!! They come an hour or two after they have scattered somewhere in the mountain like vampires hiding from the rising sun. Cops don’t do crap here. They are too busy waiting to give tickets to people who are driving and talking on their cell phones.
Slapbacks