I'm trying...

Why don't people who rent out basement suites realize that they can't go thumping around in their hard soled shoes on hard wood creaky outdated floors. And just because they're retired doesn't mean they can stay up all friggin night keeping tenants who have to work early in the morning from getting to sleep at a decent hour. I've already talked to them about it. Maybe they think, it's summer, things have changed, Sandy doesn't have to get up so early. But they see me leaving early in the morning. What do they think, I spend all day at the beach? How can I pay they're overpriced mortgage for them if I don't work? I'm looking for a new place but it's not easy. We're coming into an Olympic year and people are saving their rentals to overcharge poor tourists in February. And the rental market is very poor for us single people. I am so pissed that I gave up my lovely little suite for this piece of shit. But I had no choice did I? The things you do for love. Not easy to find a proper place to live January 1st. That said, my landlords are nice people. They try their best to accommodate my wishes, but it just isn't enough anymore. I need my quiet and privacy. I don't get that when he's out in front of my front window, gardening in his boxer shorts. EWWWWWW.

I should buy a van and live in it.