Ok, so now I'm just pure dee shame-faced.....I honestly just did the bucky fool. *sigh*smdh* But, don't think it was for no reason. This chick has been hammering on my head at all times of the day, night and WEE HOURS of the morning, like 3 FRICKING AM for the LAST TWO WEEKS! So, I just lit that 3rd floor UP!
See, I first tapped on my ceiling a couple of times, then I finally went up there and said, "Hi, I live downstairs...do you mind keeping it down just a bit?" She was like, "Cool." Then, next thing I know it started all over again! Then, this time when I tapped on the ceiling, the WHEFFA did a tap dance!! Like, a STOMP THE YARD damn tap dance like "HAHA, Bish!" Boyyy, talk about HEEE-AWWWWT and READY TO RUMBLE! I then called the cops so they could ask her to PLEASE KEEP IT DOWN. So, why that heffa commenced to hammering AGAIN as soon as the po-po turned that corner?
"I sat in that chair and sat in that chair and likes ta rot!!"....listening to this hammering and sh*t falling down on my head and TRYING my BESTEST to keep Miss Bee BEE-HAVED. Then, a red cloud of hell got in me and next thing I know, I was tying my head scarf on (you know it is ON AND POPPING when a black woman put her head scarf on!) and running up the stairs in my sock feet. I went up there and bammed on the door like ME was the PO-LICE and put some stank on it too, as Ike Turner say. (Lord! I think I put a little hole in her door! *o* I really had every intention of just being stern and firm with my words. But, I just lost it. #whew!)
Needless to say, she CRACKED the door (wouldn't you? -_-) and then I just let it rip...smdh....."WTF is wrong with you??! Have you lost your everlasting rabbit ass DAMN mind?!! I KNOW you hear me bamming on this XXXXX ceiling!! Other damn folks have to work in the morning! I'm sick of your XXXX XXXX hammering on my XXXXXX head! You stupid XXXXX cow!" Yep, I sure did...LOUD, GHETTO AND COUNTRY AS HELL....*SIGH!* I feel soooo bad!! I'm entirely too old to be doing the fool like that (And, boys and girls, do NOT try this at home...it is entirely too DANGEROUS too to be doing something like that, ESPECIALLY here in the Chi. That is on the REAL.)
Well, the hammering stopped, of course (MR. -if u want something done u gotta do it your-damn-self!- POLICE MAN! *), but, BOYYYYY, I KNOW I am going to be the talk of the laundry room TO-MOR-ROW! I'm going to be walking with my head down for weeks. I am also positive my mommy is turning over in her grave right now because she was such a lady and she did NOT raise me to act like that....but my Papi is going, "That's DADDY'S BABY right there!!" *giggling a lil bit but STILL shame as hell and with a headache that will make you pat yo weave, baby*....>_<
