The universe is twisted. We have an empty apartment above ours. It's been that way for a couple of years. There has been activity lataley, so we assumed someone was moving in. Cue van outside with the worst people you could ever imagine moving into your building. They stood in the street shouting at each other for ten minutes before they started to move things into the building. I was nearly crying. We heard them thunder up the stairs (still shouting at each other). One of them has the worst laugh I've ever heard in my life. We waited. No noise from the apartment above. Then we realised that they were going to an empty apartment on the other side of the building. Oh happy day. We only have to listen to them on the stairs, rather than all the time, woot!

We had an evil neighbour downstairs from us. She leased her apartment out for 6 months, and then put it on the market. I've never been so happy in my life. Just now she started to move her stuff back in. She is looking for too much money for it, so it's not sold. I guess she has to lilve there again until it sells. Poop!

Why isn't life always woot, rather than woot and then poop?