I spent my weekend and Memorial day with my boys and today I’ve just been lying in bed, hoping to be well by tomorrow because I have to go to work. I really hate my job…

Also I hate where I live too. We were told that the landlord preferred students for this house (I live in shared housing). When Brian told me about it our assumption was that it was going to be a fairly decent house cohabited with college students from Case and Cleveland State. We move in and to our surprise the only student that lives here is me! Everyone else are older 40+ immature individuals, that do not respect the rules of the household. Very odd considering our landlord said he preferred college students because there is less drama involved.

We live in the attic and in this hollow old house we can hear everything on the second floor where our immature housemates live. The guy closes to the bathroom smokes and plays his TV loud at 6am. The house rules clearly states no smoking inside the house and no loud radio’s or TV’s before 9am. The man in the middle plays his radio loud at 6am also. We’ve had to complain about him and asked him to turn it down after being awakened by the nuisance on several occasions. The last time he did this I asked him to turn it down and he refused claiming we were banging at 1am and he couldn’t sleep. First and foremost, that isn’t true, and secondly if you claim you didn’t get any sleep, then why the fuck are you blasting music at 6am? Wouldn’t a tired person be sleep at that time? Bullshit! We blew up the landlords phone whom came to the house and told the guy if it happened again he will ask him to leave because we were not the only ones complaining about him. Last, but not least the “ghetto” woman downstairs whom I refer to as “big foot”, stomps around, slams doors, talks and curses loud enough for the whole house to hear. Right now as I type this I can hear her talking about fighting and shedding blood. She curses at her grandchildren when their here on the weekend calling them “nigga” and using phrases like “shut the fuck up”. She’s the definition of “ghetto trash” in my book.

Let me not forget that I had to ask the landlord to give us a table and chair set because the guy on the 1st floor catches an attitude when  Brian and I or the boys are eating in the living area which is for public use.

I’m already tired of this place and it hasn’t even been a month yet!