There's been a giant container of cooked brown rice sitting on the banister when you first walk into my building. It's been there for about a week. This rice has really been pissing me off. Why was it left there? Throw it out you lazy mofos! Seriously, why do people treat the building like their own personal trash can!?
There was a party last night happening in the apartment above us. It was annoying and obnoxious and I hate every single college student in my building. The party finally ended around 3 a.m. I went downstairs this morning and noticed the container of rice had been knocked over and there was rice all over the hallway. I was pretty pissed because I'm sure some drunk moron from that party knocked it over for shits and giggles. Someone had placed the container with the rest of the rice right near the main door.
A few hours later I come home from a fashion swap and notice that someone moved the rice container back onto the end of the banister. REALLY? WHY?! I finally decided to take matters into my own hands and I grabbed the container of rice and threw it in the trash. When I was coming back inside some guy goes "hey, do you know what happened to my rice." I looked at him, not even knowing what to say. Then he started laughing and I realized that he was messing with me. I started laughing too and told him I was sick of seeing that god damn container of rice. He said that he was glad someone finally threw it out.
There is still rice all over the floor that I don't want to take care of because I'm not the baby sitter of the building. I'm so tired of this crap. I'm tried of living in apartments where people show no respect and are loud and destructive. Derek and I were wondering if we were almost better off at the last place because at least all the noise was outside our apartment building.
I don't want to move again but this building is really testing my patience.