Our packrat stripper neighbour is holding a garage sale this weekend, and I am *beyond* curious as to how many of my items are going to appear in that sale.

I have a habit of cleaning out my closets of items and donating them to various places. Clothing always goes into the Goodwill bin, cosmetics and toiletries go to the whores, and “stuff” – furniture, hats, bags, books, etc – always go downstairs in our building entrance, for people to pick through. I’m fairly certain the majority of things I’ve put downstairs have ended up in the stripper’s apartment (or outside her door, judging by the massive pile of crap they keep in the hallway). Her garage sale notice says there’ll be many things for sale, including things I’ve left in the entrance – so tomorrow, I’m going to check out her garage sale to see how much of it was mine. It should be interesting, and profitable for her – I give away awesome things.

The weekend ahead looks to be busy and fun. Tomorrow is the start of my birthday week and the day of the Annual Birthday Event. This year there will be a visit to the Art Gallery (because I am very posh and cultured and totally not going simply because the exhibit is one about video game and comic book art), dinner, and wandering through the Chinatown Night Market. I am excited to spend time with fun people. Hooray for birthday events! Also, Amanda is in town and that is generally a good time as well. Hopefully this time around we won’t be kicked out of any horrible dive bars, but we will have to see (and perhaps keep Darren away from old men and their wallets).

I am actively trying to get Gillian to move to the North Shore. I asked our building manager to let me know if any vacancies come up (my fingers are crossed so hard that the Loud One moves out that I’m losing circulation) so we could have dibs, and he implied that Blowjob *might* be leaving. That is sad because I will miss her public blowjobs and the thrill I get from snickering at her every time we cross paths, but if it means Gillian can move in then HOORAY. I really wish the Loud One would leave, though. She decided this morning at 6am that it would be truly excellent if she held a breakfast party on her lawn (she has a private entrance) – fantastic, except that her voice is piercing and loud and grating and horrible and I’m sure she woke everyone in a 3 mile radius up with her horrible sounds. Ed finally got up and SLAMMED our window shut, at which point I heard them mutter and move back inside. Seriously, who the fuck does that. She HAS to know how fucking loud she is – hell, she had screaming matches with her upstairs neighbor about it – and yet she thinks nothing of disturbing not just our building but the one facing her suite and god knows who else is within earshot. She’s horrible. I would like her to leave so Gillian can have her apartment. That would be excellent.

Seriously, Shitva – I dislike you a great deal and your voice is just *awful*.