Girl, you lost your weave

Gross.

Also gross.

Last night, some morons played beauty parlor in our building's community room, complete with a salon hair dryer. Today, the carpet is covered in hair clippings. We just can't have nice things up in here.

I'm quickly becoming That Old Guy Who Complains About His Neighbors All The Time. Only because I'm surrounded by idiots, though.

Girl, you lost your bra

Like school on Sunday

Our loft building, which used to be a little bit fabulous, has quickly become quite pedestrian. You can't swing a cat up in here without hitting someone's underwear discarded in a common area.

What's for dinner?

Semi-homemade.

Tonight, I made fettuccine with shrimp and pesto-cream sauce. Cheese-filled breadsticks by Market Pantry. Neighbor Betsey stopped by and mocked me for photographing it.

Snowy Locust Street

Looking east

Looking west

The view from the roof of the garage. Just moments before these photos were taken, I fell down on the ice in the garage. My bag of Jack in the Box breakfast was unharmed.

Angry eyes