Mexican Drag Queens

Hello folks. How's it hanging? Not much going on here. Lots of working. Lots of Dragon Ball Z. ... That's it.

So I'm living in these apartments now. Rent at the other house was too outrageous considering the house was sort of falling apart. So I (and Lando, of course), rented an apartment. Lando is a huge financial and mental burden. But the worst part is the neighbors. Mexican neighbors. Who dress up like girls.

Now, I've never seen them at it, but apparently Lando has along with Saucy Sally and Frankie Teardrop. A week ago Frankie Teardrop was outside with one of his friends and some "drunk whore" from the Mexican drag queens apartment came up to them asking to see some I.D. FT told her to go on home or he'd call the cops. She offered to give him her phone. FT went to call the cops. The Drunk Whore then told him that "rats get beat down".

By who? The Mexican drag queens? Please. They listen to really loud Mexican music and make terrible smelling food. A few weeks ago Lando woke up and smelled something. He thought our dog had taken a shit in the kitchen, but it turned out it was just the Mexican drag queens making breakfast.

I'm wearing thin, my friends. I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS!! Really. It's all hillbillies and Mexican drag queens around here. There's these hillbillies that do nothing except sit on their front porch all day. They sit out there from 7:00 a.m. til 1:00 a.m.

Fuck my life.

-M