so this morning i awoke to a pounding and banging from next door. and no, not the kind that one typically hears late at night in the honeymoon suite in the gay area of town, but the kind produced by industrial strength hammers, sanders, screw drivers, what have you. turns out the girl next door to me has decided she doesn't feel safe in this building, and had all the locks changed on her doors, as well as adding a security system and some extra security precautions. i think she's strange... no one can get into this building unless they a) have a key, or b) are buzzed in by someone they know. pretty standard apartment building etiquette.

 

i first noticed her obsession when our landlady sent out notices that she would shortly be coming in to change the batteries in our smoke detectors (fat lot of good it did me, the bloody thing goes off when i'm in the shower now...). girl next door added a padlock on the outside of her door, which she locks whenever she leaves her room. i can only assume that she has a matching one on the inside of the door as well. now, i can understand her being intimidated by our landlady, if she is the religious straight prude that i assume her to be (have never heard a male voice from her apartment, let alone sounds of her getting it on). she must hate me and my life of sin, which probably explains why she refuses to even look at me if we pass in the hall.

 

anyways, this morning curiosity got the better of me, and i headed to the store to buy some milk, passing her door on the way of course. lo and behold, there were two men dismantling her door, adding extra locks and security thingies, as well as putting in an alarm system. now, i think this is a little over the top, even for a single woman living alone. there are 17 apartments in this building, and people are quite serious about the safety of the building, as i found out coming home thursday night. i was walking up the path to the front door, where two people were standing and smoking, holding the front door wide open. as soon as they saw me, they moved away from the door and let the door shut! the bastards, i spent a good five minutes digging through my purse one handed trying to find the damn keys. but i digress. bottom line, every apartment has three locks in effect: the locked front door, the deadbolt, and the chain. all quite substantial and sturdy.

 

the real question is: what illegal drugs/aliens is she hiding in there, that need all this special security??

 

 

 

 

 

 

in other news, friday night i went to the tattoo.colonies.com launch party. had a great time meeting people and making fun of the three girls with their dance routine, as well as the two drunk-off-their-ass girls who kept bending over the railings backwards to make eyes at jesse (PAINER), although i'm pretty sure one of them checked me out at least as much as she checked him out! it's true what they say, sitting around the colonies.com crowd gets you ladies. although, i'm pretty sure i scared one girl... i smiled at her and she looked so frightened, as if she couldn't make up her mind to run away or smack me. there were air brush tattoos that seemed quite popular (the lineup of girls went on for ages), and they were ideally situated right next to the entrance.