I hate the bitch next door

We have a neighbor living in the condo next to us. She thinks that it is completely appropriate to cackle on the cell phone with her friends, fight with the boyfriend over the phone, and have her TV loud all night long. But as soon as someone else in the building makes noise, she flips out. Last night at 9:30, the person above her was drilling into the wall or something. I could hear it from my apartment. But, was even louder was my neighbor, we'll call her The Shrew to protect her identity, screaming, "Stop it!" at the top of her lungs. This is far from the first time. Sometimes at 6:00 am, when the people above her wake up and walk around, she will scream, "Shut up, you motherfuckers!"
When I say she is a bitch, I don't mean it in the same way that I say I'm a bitch. There's a big difference in being someone's lackey, and being a flat out intolerable skag. She screams at her boyfriend and gives him so much shit, it is unreal that he stays with her. She really gives women a bad name. She thinks her boyfriend is cheating on her with his female roommate. Now, outside of Jack Tripper, I've never seen a guy living with a girl who didn't bang her at least once. There's no way that those hormones can live together without the chemistry clicking on at least one drunken occasion. When she is screaming at him on the phone, I often want to knock on the door and tell her this fact. But, I stop, thinking that would be too cruel. Who am I to throw something in the garbage for someone else. Although, I think I would be saving him about three and half years on his lifespan by getting her to dump him. Poor guy. Hopefully he won't end up chained to this cantankerous, inconsiderate, pat fig of a women. Bitch!

Is that all there is?

Well, this is the first post. I really thought there would be more to blogging than that. It took about three minutes to set this up, and quite frankly it looks like it. Maybe if this becomes a habit I'll upgrade. As for now, the mortgage, food and bike upkeep take precedent over the diversion of funds to a blog. Free is for me. TV on, brain off. Later.