I'm Still Here.

So I slept like a baby last nite. The first nite I was here my next door neighbour was having some kind of a party or get together that lasted well into the early hours of the morning. I'm not sure if it's going to be a regular thing or not. Regardless I have found my ear plugs and have them ready to go on my coffee table just in case he plans on making it a regular tour of duty. My feelings about actually being here haven't changed very much, and the populace of the building continues to be split between those who I would consider normal and those who are trash. Trash means anyone with missing teeth and a disregard for common curtousy.....like using the "f" word in every sentence, even though they have no idea who you are. I don't really care to get to know people in the building, but according to my friend I have to be polite. So I guess I have to find the happy area where polite meets not spilling the beans about my life in one fall swoop. I tend to do that, even with strangers. I've been warned not to let anyone into my apartment...no fear of that let me tell you...it'll be a cold day in hell before someone gets in. Unless ofcourse it's a friend that I've already known for a while - that will be the only exception.