Monday, February 13, 2006

Incense Induced Headache

I just put a note on my nextdoor neighbor's door. I hate doing that. He smokes so much though and then burns so much incense that my entire apartment smells like both. Our building circulates really strangely. Air is forced into each apartment and then out through the front door and into the hallway. If you open your windows (as my neighbor does to further ventilate HIS unit) the air is forced even faster into the hallway and into other's apartments and the process is reversed; air is pushed into other's apartments and not out.

Gosh I hate being the one that lodges a complaint. What do you even say in that situation? "Dear neighbor, not to be a bother, but quit living your life the way you want to, because it's bothering me." Well, it kind of is. I was nice. I said I'd much rather go to the source than be one of those people that bitches to management. I even said the word "appreciate," "sincerely," and the phrases "if you wouldn't mind," and "no big thing." I might as well have just opened a can of Oklahoma on his ass and been all "aint no thang but a chicken wang, but could you stop smokin' so much, it aint cool."

Oh well, I bet my apartment is in flames when I come home tomorrow from work. Not that I signed the note (of course, duh.. "your neighbor" will suffice.) He'll probably just leave me a note that says ".. yeah and we can all hear you singing off key in the shower EVERY day." Well, GUILTY as charged.

I'm going to make a CD I think. I've been meaning to for about 2 months. Let the list be compiled, let the tracks be burned, and let my neighbor stop smelling up my life with his lifestyle.

So for now, goodnight from the land of the cold and the apartment that smells like an incense-peddling-market in Jakarta,
Mason

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