the downstairs neighbor who I’ve been working on figuring out since he moved in is now having a karaoke singalong with his mom. His mom Who he’s been quarantined with in the 600 square foot one bedroom apartment. The song? SUMMER LOVIN’. I’m simulataneously cracking/ throwing up

I didn’t think she lived her but she definitely came to clean his apartment at least once a week. But she’s DEFINITELY living here now. And we hear so many weird bumps in the night yo no joke.... so loud it feels like they’re ABOVE us...

It’s just gotten so weird at this point like you don’t need a karaoke machine to do karaoke but alas.... here we are.... it’s really loud. And greased lightning has too many steps for you to be doing right now please my photos are vibrating off the walls

THIS IS WHAT IM DEALING WITH