august 31, 2002.

I'm getting a seriously bad vibe from our downstairs neighbours. They moved in from Alberta on the same weekend we arrived (bad timing, that) and since then the mountain of cardboard generated in their wake has yet to be placed on the curb for pickup. It's just sitting in our backyard, making me feel even more white trash than usual. Yesterday, however, solidified the vague feelings of unease.

I had just parked the car, and I was trying to wrestle several small light bottles, a poster tube and a number of papers into the house. My neighbour, standing 2 feet away, continued to wax his car as I laboriously propped open the two doors with some ingenious footwork. It was incredible. It's not like I expect everyone to be all East Coast friendly these days, but to wax a car while I struggled into our shared building, why, that's a unique level of indifference.

I can't wait till I get my ska collection booming through the floors. Eat my thumping skank noises, bitch.

4 years ago today: putting makeup on the Boy