This definitely would not have happened in my French apartment

Note found on my door. Apparently my neighbors are both near-sighted and illiterate. My dogs use puppy pads like the pampered pooches they think they are :)

The French Apartment

I've decided I want to live in a crappy yet colorful French apartment. It doesn't necessarily have to be in France, however. After watching a ton of Jean-Pierre Jeunet films and other French films as well I have come to the conclusion that ALL French apartments are magnificently decrepit and filled with interesting characters. At my current apartment, if it were written for French film, the deaf neighbor would be transformed into a goofy clown, the Jesus freak would become a raving lunatic, and the cranky old lady would be what we decide to eat when we have no food. This would be a highly preferable situation. As it stands now, I hardly leave my apartment, and when I do, I see no colorful characters, only annoying neighbors. This may be why I've chosen the life of a hermit. Or it could be the lack of funds for gasoline. I believe it is the former, rather than the latter. Also, I am addicted to Netflix.

The Idle Poor...

Since I have no job, no money, and no interest in life at the moment, I've decided to blog about my habits in case others share my condition. My condition is poverty of money but excess of mind. This causes all sorts of problems. I can't turn my mind off without the help of Benadryl and the coma it induces. This blog will be the tales of my dreams and idle time spent in between my comas. I hope someone can relate.