Yesterday was Independence Day. Last night, I watched six different fireworks displays from my rooftop. It was great! Nearly everyone from the building was there--including some extremely attractive male tenants. ;) Love my new building! Anyway, my friend and I bought a 6-pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade to sip on while we watched the spectacle. I had one and my friend had two. So, I put the three remaining bottles in my refrigerator to save for the next time we wanted to chill on the roofdeck. Well, this morning I woke up and only two bottles remained. Honestly, I really didn't mind since Crazy shared a Coors Light with me a couple days earlier.

From Crazy's room, I heard her cute lil' pooch crying to go outside. Since it wasn't yet 4pm, Crazy was still in bed. Naturally, she encouraged the doggie to 'go' inside-- on the newspaper she had laid out days earlier. God forbid she wake up from her beauty sleep to take care of a living animal that she chose to adopt. When she saw that I was up, she offered to pay me if I took him out. Instead, I agreed to take him out in exchange for a cup of coffee-- a pretty fair trade I thought. I took the cutie pie for a stroll and he did his thing.

Walking back to the apartment, I recognized the strong scent of marijuana. Although I don't smoke, it doesn't really bother me. However, if I can smell it in the hall, chances are the not-so-pot-friendly neighbors can smell it as well. At least now I know her priorities: pot over dog.  I walked into the kitchen and Crazy was there with her drug-dealing boyfriend--who she seems to have moved into her room. There was a fresh Mike's Hard Lemonade opened on the counter. I opened the fridge and there was $10 on the 6-pack. At least I got some money for it. When I asked that she just leave me the last one, she replied, "Really?!" 

Ummm, yes really! You won't wake up to take care of your dog but you'll wake up for booze and pot??? I thought to myself; I would never actually tell her my true thoughts because she is scary.

It is now 4:39pm and Crazy is taking a pot-enduced nap with her thug boyfriend. I am here with her pooch and am so annoyed and stressed out that I am about to grab the last Mike's Hard Lemonade and head to the roofdeck for a few minutes of decompression. Ahhhh... 

P.S. I've known Crazy for less than 4 days and I already loathe her.