Our Neighbor is Crazy.

We think she's on meth in retrospect. We've realized that there will be an awesome culmination of events very soon and it will be necessary to document them.

For me it all started when the people in 602 moved in. One of her kids or granddaughters or something was kinda hot, so I started talking to her. She says to me "5 years, that's a long time to live in one place wow." Okay, sure.

So I make the mistake of talking to the main honcho one day at her car. I tell her she can get a job at my place of work no problem. She doesn't get the job. Clint moves in, soon after, we run into each other in the elevator.

"I'm taking a computer course at school!" she says.

"Oh that's good, what are you taking?" I ask her.

"I'm taking office administration and troubleshooting. Boy troubleshooting is a really totally altogether different language" she says.

"Alright." I humor.

"Computers are good, you can use them to download movies." my roomie says.

"Yes, they are good for that." the head honcho-ess says.

"Computers are good, you can use them to download movies." my roomie keeps repeating (he likes to pretend he's autistic sometimes), eventually adding in "Troubleshooting is good, like when I can't turn on my faucet."

"I meant to ask you," she interjects, "Do you have that program, uhhh Windows... Windows Microsoft 2001 office?"

"No," I reply, "I don't use Windows Microsoft 2001 office, sorry."

Exit the elevator and take off.

This is just the start of a chronicle.