Chinese Water Torture

I think the tranny’s upstairs are my Chinese water torture. Or maybe they are the Chinese people and each loud step they take across the apartment is like a drop of water slowly but surely driving me insane. You never know when it will come or how loud it will be, what room it will be in, you don’t know when it will end, when it will start up again, but it always does. They always take another step.

Last night we went to tell them to keep it down, because I was in the process of losing my mind. When they heard us knock on the door a girl(I don’t think she was actually a girl) peaked through the blinds and said, “it’s white people at the door.” I wasn’t really offended but when would it ever be appropriate for me, a white person, to say that about anyone else? Should I have said “There’s a black cross-dresser peaking through the blinds.”? 

They were playing beer pong….some dressed as men, some dressed as women.

random happiness of the day:Dana and I are at the moment sitting in a wonderful little cafe in Addison. If you are ever in Addison come to Astoria, in Addison Circle. Its a wine bar/coffee shop. It is oh so cozy and even has a faux fireplace. it reminds me of Europe.

random annoyance of the day: Today at school I had to take pictures of kids in front of a holiday tree. Maybe I sound like an ultra conservative senior citizen, but really? Listening to a teacher say holiday tree over and over again, just sounds dumb.

The Commencement Blog: Part Two

This is Dana Burger. As Claire Bear mentioned in Part One of our commencement blog, we enjoy awkward situations and have inherently bad luck. I would like to take you back about two weeks ago to a nice evening with the Stephanies. It all began at Tom Thumb. For you who are not familiar with Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb is a local grocery store in the Dallas area. There is one located right near one of the Stephanies, Steph-Dawg, apartment. Claire Bear, Stephenie, and I decided to bring a bottle of wine to a girl's night in. After browsing Tom Thumb's fine wine's under $10, we found a winner. Upon checking out, Stephenie was stopped by a nicely dressed older man and was asked if we were over 21. We all responded "yes" and she showed her driver's license, as I preceeded to get remaining directions from Steph-Dawg on how to "sneak in" to her apartment complex. As the words "we'll just sneak in" rolled off my tongue, we were now accompanied by two other men and a woman. Assuming they thought I was going to sneak into a bar, I enlightened them that we in fact were not sneaking into a bar and that instead, we were going to sneak into an apartment complex. This is when they asked if we were students. Slightly offended that they could not obviously see that we were almost in our mid-twenties, I responded "No, I've been working here for over a year!" as I handed them my Tennessee license. One of the inquisitive men at this point asked the obvious question, "Then why do you have an out of state license?". Annoyed at what I think is apparently an overly nosey Tom Thumb Manager, I retort to the man, "What are you a cop or something?" It was at this point that I looked down and saw the large shiny star attached to his belt loop near his leather gun holster. Yes, yes he was indeed a cop.

The Commencment Blog

DanaBurger and I(ClaireBear) have decided to start a blog, we are roommates, we live in the ghetto, we have not so great jobs, we have not so much money, but we have stories to tell. DanaBurger loves awkward situations, and I have extremely bad luck, the combination....we keep ourselves entertained. Hopefully we won't offend anyone, but I do have things I want to say.

So, here it goes, the tranny's upstairs. Our apartment is kind of ghetto, well the inside is nice, but the outside isn't nice. We can make it sound more or less ghetto by telling people where our apartment is located, either..."a couple blocks away from the Galleria"(eww sounds fancy) or "a couple blocks away from Valley View"(ewww sounds scary).
A few weeks ago, I heard a knock on the door, it was our new neighbor, he was young, very friendly, and said that he was moving in upstairs with his two younger brothers. hmmm...the next day I saw him walking by in women's clothing, thought it was a little odd, but this is Dallas, and I went to Baylor, gay men are nothing new.
A few days passed by, I should say a few sleepless nights, and after my nonstop complaining to DanaBurger we went upstairs to try to hint to the neighbors that they were being extremely loud! This time we met one of the younger brothers, he seemed to be much like his older brother...and the other younger brother also seemed to be much like the older brother...what are the odds......well anyway, I'm not sure what they are doing up there, but I think they must be practicing their runway walks for Next Top Model or learning the moves to Single Ladies between 2 and 5 in the morning. They seem like nice guys, I'm just very confused as to why they are nocturnal, and why they move around SOOO much, really, I wish I could drill a hole through the ceiling and spy on them, just for a few minutes, but really I'd just like to tell them to stop walking, stop moving, stop flushing the toilet, stop running the dishwasher, stop talking, stop waking me up, move out.
We told the apartment management about it, well not the wearing women's clothing part, they're going to be surprised with a nice little note this next week, maybe we'll give an update after they have received their little note.
That's it for now.