My Neighbor is Crazy

So as many of you *may* know, my neighbor upstairs is crazy. I really think he may be out of his mind - like to the point that his medication for his bi-polar disorder might not be quite as effective as it once use to be - crazy. Now, why would I, the kind, loving, non-judgmental person that I am say such "horrible" things about the man upstairs? Well...I have a laundry list.

So it snowed last night. He has YET TO LEAVE today, yet both times I've had to run outside - once to take a picture and once to the recycle bin (mostly because I was stupid and forgot to multitask) he has scraped the snow off BOTH of his vehicles. Between the first time he cleaned the snow off this morning and this afternoon, it snowed maybe a 1/2 inch.

He's the weird part - only one of the vehicles works well enough to drive on the street. Um, yeah...he has NOTHING to do with his life and he his obsessive compulsive disorder seems to be taking over. He also has to make sure that there is NO snow spots on his windshields.

Yeah, total weirdo.

Here's my car right after it started snowing last night.

Also, why I'm on the topic of this crazy guy's car issue. He also has to be parked a certain distance from the side of our house. We *use to* have a small walk-way between the place we parked and the front yard. Now, we don't. He is parked within like 2 inches of the side of the house....like my side of the house. One slip of the break or a slip on ice and my wall is gone! He'll take out half of my apartment. This concerns me.

I guess last on my "complaint" - laundry list for today is the fact that it's a MILLION FREAKING DEGREES in my apartment. Now, I understand that I complain that I'm cold all the time and I like it warm, but this is really all to warm for me. I'd be happy with a nice set temperature around 72-73, but no. The thermostat is set on met chocolate (this isn't a joke). I have a bag of chocolate chips in my cabinet....it's melted. I have a bag of Hersey Kisses leftover from Halloween (please someone eat them) near my TV. They're melting from the heat! My apartment smells like chocolate. It's ridiculous.

Now I'm sure you're thinking "Liz, go turn the heat down!!!" Well I can't. Stupid upstairs has total control over it. Why? Who knows! That's just how Claudine planned it.

Ugh. Why he can't be normal?? I'll just never understand. If anyone would like to be "supportive"I would certainly appreciate it. This guy irritates me beyond belief and today I need a little extra support - so I don't go yell at him.

Love Liz