Skid Row

There is a woman outside my building sitting in a bridge chair with a Snapple and an AKITA. (That's a kind of dog.) And she's talking to a man in a car who is parked on the street next to her. And HE has a dog, only I can't tell what kind, because the outside windows of my apartment have not been cleaned since I've lived here, and that's 6 years.

Six years! To quote Little Shop of Horrors (movie or show, this is one of the good songs that wasn't cut out of the movie):

Someone show me a way to get out of here.
'Cause I constantly pray I'll get out of here.
Please won't somebody say I'll get out of here.
Someone give me my shot or I'll rot here.

Maybe I'm so obsessed with The Apartment because I've grown to hate MY APARTMENT? Eh?

I might go look at an apartment today. It smells that bad in here.