I am a writer: movies, books, songs, poetry....whatever. I took a year off to write myself silly. I bought a 5th wheel and moved to the desert. I am the writer of the novel, Sometimes I Forget To Breathe. I am currently working on 3 screenplays, but really focused on revising one in particular: Sooty In The Field. This is my journal to somewhere. Email me at: freshscreenplays@gmail.com
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Talkative Tenant
There is a tenant here who is stalking me - in a sense. She is 80 years old, friendless, and has taken a strong liking to me. I like her, but.............our conversations are generally one-way. She talk, talk, talk, talk, talk and I can't get a word in edge-wise. I'm am so sick of hearing about her diarrhea, her removed bowels, her family troubles, and the vagina of the elderly lady in the building who wears no panties. Ewwwwwwww.
She is an Italian woman who has cussed out everyone in this building for 20 years, and now, no one likes her. She is a pitiful soul.
She keeps calling asking (or rather, telling) me to come over. I tell her I have to study. She says: "Well come over anyway." Like time is on my side for this whole educational thing. I don't go.
Anyway, she has insisted that I come over for Thanksgiving dinner. I have tried many times to tell her I don't know what my holiday plans are, but she hears what she wants to hear I truly believe this is a form of harassment. Stalking, at the very least. I'm not sure how to get away from her without hurting her feeling. I HATE PRESSURE LIKE THIS.