Go check out Hey Neighbors! over on the I, Anonymous Blog. Neighbors… amirite? The worst.
Every attempt I make at acknowledging your existence is greeted by your fascination with the soil. Well, okay. Maybe you have Aspergers or maybe you think my partner and I are assholes or maybe you moved here from some fascinating place where social avoidance is a part of your rich culture.
Things escalate quickly in this neighbor-on-neighbor rift. Let’s just say half a tree gets murdered and one Portlander threatens to start the most horrific cover band OF ALL TIME. (I’d like to submit an entry for their band name: Little Miss Can’t Be Clothed.) Brrrrrr! I get shivers just thinking of that musical abomination—it’s probably more chilling than the 20-piece ska band that practiced in my basement in college. Have a thing you’d like to dream about inflicting on your neighbors? Hit up the I, Anonymous Blog, where you can rant it out.
