I know it's futile, but I must again point out: there is no dragon.

Futile. Getting my husband to agree with me is futile.

We rent. I'd rather own, but that's a different entry.

We have a yard. It's fucking HUGE. I hate the edging. I hate how weedy and gross it looks. Anna's amazing BF has agreed to fix it. I will pay him.

Part of the reason WHY I want it fixed is that my crazy neighbour leans over my fence and cuts our trees. NOT ALLOWED, DICKFACE!

When I mentioned this to G a while back, his response was "He can cut trees overlapping into his yard and dump the cuttings in ours". Great. HOWEVER, he is not cutting said trees at the fenceline. HE IS LEANING OVER a good foot and cutting. NOT ON, DUDE!

When I mentioned tonight to G that I wanted to sort shit out with the neighbour, he got all high and mighty and "are you sure that is a hill you wanna die on" crap with me. My neighbour is doing the wrong thing and because I want to right it, *I* am in the wrong??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????????

Just once, just once, I want my husband to back me 100% and not question it. I'm tired of his excuses. "We have to live next to these people". "Dana is living here and you're not, so better the devil I know". "What do you expect to accomplish by starting this feud?"

JFC MAN! I AM YOUR WIFE! BACK ME THE FUCK UP!!!!

I am so so so so so so so sick of passive aggressive shit. Two of the teachers at my work double PA teamed me in the last 2 weeks and I really want their balls on a platter. Fucking dicks. SEND ME THE EMAILS. I can fix a problem WITH ME sooner than anyone else can. Fucking. WIMPS.

My neighbour is getting a letter. I'm tired of him cutting MY trees in my yard. I am sick of his perving over my fence. I sick of laying down and taking it because G doesn't want the fight. Fuck you. I'm standing up for what is right. When I said that to G, he ADMITTED I am right but what does that accomplish? FUCK YOU, I AM RIGHT!

Homer, are you okay? I'm fine. It's my feelings that are mad.

In other news, and the reason I have all the mad feels today, is our former neighbours, Tia and Polly. They are the lesbian couple that Phil kicked out IN SEPTEMBER 2012, the week before we had our car accident. Since then, we've had their stuff (some of their stuff) under our house. It's not that we don't have the space, but after almost 9 months, enough is enough is enough. I have SMSd them repeatedly to come get their stuff. They don't reply.

I SMSd this Wednesday night and said please come get your stuff bc we're up for lease renewal and might be moving. LIES. We've already re-signed our lease BUT I WANT THEIR STUFF GONE!!!

No reply. I talked to Tony up the road and he said he has a mate who works for Salvos and he'd come get it on Monday. Awesome.

Saturday, Tony came down just as the fridge guy came. JUST as Tony is coming back for load 2, which was almost the end of the girl's stuff, my phone buzzes. GUESS WHO??? Fucking Polly. ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME?????? No. Oh fuck no. NO. NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what she said (this is going to hurt me to type it, you have to try to read it as I did):
hey T,  its polly, sory hav tkn so lng in getn bak 2 u, havn't had fone. We r bak in Melbourne at the mo wld b bak by fri latest. If thats 2 late let me knw & we wil try organis som1 to cum get stuff. Sory to inconvenience u.

MY EYES! BRAIN! BURSTS! OUCH! JFC you can type out Melbourne and inconvenience but not KNOW or TO??? BLARGH! As Anna asked when I sent this to her "What language is that?" She's not wrong.

EVERYONE told me I was being too nice. Their stuff had been there for almost 9 months. Enough time to have a baby, as Steve pointed out. :P Tony said after 3 months, it's mine and I can do with it as I please. The RTA says 30 days (if it's worth less than $1500). A box of their papers was more or less ruined through the rains this year. Some of their stuff, we went through and it was just old pens and crap, so we binned it.

Tia SMSs me yesterday and says PLEASE do not take it to the Salvos. Ok. Fine. She asked if the paper box we chucked had photos in it. HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW??

They are apparently in Melbourne. Can't find a place to live in Brisbane but they can fly all over the country? WTF???

People keep telling me I am too nice. I feel like a chump.

I'm giving them til this weekend. Then, I am binning it all. I don't need this shit. I don't need their crap cluttering up my life. UGH. JUST NO. NO. They have MAYBE one car load of stuff to move.

This is all Phil's fault. I blame him 100%. CUNT.

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Had a great time at Clare's yesterday. DID NOT want to come to work today. At all. It should be a long weekend, goddammit!! Met some cool new people, so that's good. Drank great beer, had good food and lots of laughs. I do adore Alan and Clare.

Howdy, neighbors! May I spray you with the hose in a playful fashion?

Is it me? You'd tell me if it was me, right? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?

New neighbours. Landlord said they would be better than the last ones.

The ones beside us took less than a week to have a blow out. Now the young couple in there fight DAILY. LOUD SHOUTY SCREAMING FIGHTS. OMG!

I LOVE YOU JESS, BB, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!
I AM BLAMING YOU FOR THIS FIGHT. GREAT! I'M BLAMING *YOU* FOR THIS FIGHT!
JUST FUCK OFF AND GO STICK A NEEDLE IN YOUR ARM!

The couple at the back? Moved in Saturday afternoon and were fighting by 8pm. Not the "You jerk, you slammed my hand in the corner when moving a bed" type fighting. The type where he slams things, she begs and pleads and cries and it sounds like things are breaking.

I swear, suburbia is looking better all the time.

When G came yesterday, I told him what I heard Monday AM. He said "Ah honey, why don't we have those fights?"

Why? We're fucking adults? The kids next door can't be more than in their early 20s. She's knocked up and he appears to not have a job. Awesome. Young, dumb and full of....

This is what prompted the ML post. We don't fight. I always worry when married couples say that, but we don't. We don't have issues that keep bubbling up. I know there are things I do that annoy him. I know *that look*. He does things that annoy me as well. Rhonda and Troy used to Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I was there for a few. I also thought "Well, better out than in, right?" Apparently not. 20 years later, look where she is. I dunno man. I just don't know.

SERIOUSLY THOUGH?! Can we just have nice neighbours JUST ONCE!?!? I had the screaming hellion children in HK and now I am dealing with what sounds like borderline spousal abuse in Australia. If it wouldn't come back on me, I'd call the cops every fucking time they started up.

Why can't I have nice neighbours who love each other in a non-verbal way?

Are you saying you and Barbara are bad neighbours?

2 days. This must be some sort of record. New neighbours moved in 2 days ago and already, there is fighting, shit being broken, threats being made and angry voices. 2. Fucking. Days. I miss the old house. I miss not having neighbours.

This makes me want to buy a house far far from the city, in a suburb where I might have to deal with soccer mums and kids. I am hating this place right now.

The new neighbours? They looted the back flat as well. The cleaners were in there the other day. We took a walk through afterwards, being totally nosy, as they left the door open. It's a wholly depressing place that is barely one step up from a jail cell. Sad. Very sad place. The newbies took the fridge, couch and possibly the world's most disgusting bed. The first neighbours, Paula and Darrel, were not great, but they are better than this lot. I'm almost tempted to ask Phil back.

*sigh*

My week 'off' was ok. I worked 2 days. Had to go to Madagascar 3 on the Friday with Nathan and then spend a lovely evening with MIL. Why do people make me do this? The movie was ok. Gold Class was an experience. I would never pay that for a regular movie, considering the shit that they usually show.

Had lunch with Xavier on Thursday at Trang. YUM!!!

Finished Breaking Bad this AM. Now on to Dexter. I am slow. I am liking that my shows started again for fall. Missing Dallas.

I'm reading the first of the Nikki Heat books and I must say, it's fucking awful. WOW.

Watched World's Greatest Dad last night. What a fucked up movie that is.

Yessir, looks like we got ourselves an old-fashioned car chase!

630am. I should be in bed. Harry, the doll, woke me up. Then I heard what I thought was a crash, so that spooked me.

As far I can tell, Phil's not returned to his house. His girlfriend, Sue, lives on the Northside, but up near Virginia. Since he doesn't (or rather shouldn't) drive, if he wants to come back, he'd need to come back with her. I do hope she has the sense to hide all her keys and keep him the fuck away from here.

Phil's an angry angry man. I know that. I have seen it. He is a large solid man too. No slowing him down if he gets pissed off. Tia reckon's he's been on the speed as well lately, not just the booze and pot.

I'm going to go to the cop shop tomorrow. I am debating if I should tell them what I know about a supposed car chase that might have been a catalyst for this meltdown.

A week or so ago, I was having a chat with Phil. He'd just mowed our yard, so I went to pay him and have a beer. He was telling me that a couple nights prior (possible Father's Day, which is early September here), he took Lee's car and he and Damo went out in the early morning (2am or so). Phil's not had a licence for aaaages. He's had 13 DUI convictions. THIRTEEN!!!! O_O  He claims that he went to the servo for snacks and smokes and when they were leaving, since Lee's car is a former cop car, he started bagging on it, smoking tires and fishtailing. He claims it was not until he was right beside the unmarked cop car that he noticed the cops. This lead to a car chase.

He claims the chase started at Abbottsford Road and continued down the ICB. Now, Phil was pretty hammered while telling me the story, so it was hard to follow. I thought he said he turned off at Hale Street, after the cops had chased him down the Bypass. He claimed that the cops backed off at one point and he thought he was 'in the clear'. He also claimed that when he got to the exit, there were 3-4 cop cars waiting for him, at which point he turned a U-turn at 160km/hr and went back up the Bypass to home.

Not to ruin a good story *cough*, but I have been desperately trying to figure out where this could have happened, since none of the exits off the ICB allow you to immediately get back onto the ICB. I let him tell his story and just made the appropriate Oh WOW faces and concerned grunts.

Last night, Tony told me that Phil's going to jail. Apparently, this car chase thing DID happen. Perhaps not as Phil recalls it, since he had drank 9 boxes of wine and been smoking cones all day prior to taking the car out. Tony said the chase went down Gold Coast way, which would make sense. The reason that the cops backed off is that they had pics of the car, the details of Lee (who owns it) and they were going to go pay her a visit.

2 days ago, Lee came over to Phil's. She said that the cops had been in touch with her. She wasn't taking the rap for this, so she gave them Phil's name. This lead Phil to lose it. All along, Phil's been saying that the ONLY thing that matters to him is his dog, Pippa. If he goes inside again, he needs to know she will be cared for and looked after.

Tony said last night that Phil knows he's caught, that he's going away. The only thing he cares about is his dog. He destroyed all his worldly possessions so that he will have nothing when he goes away. Why he felt the need to trash Tia and Polly's stuff is beyond me. Damo's room is SPOTLESS. Untouched. O_O

Tia said that rent was due yesterday. They have the cash. They'd not given it to Phil in the morning since they went to work at 5am and got home at about 7pm. At about 630pm, Phil started hauling all of their stuff outside, breaking precious memorabilia in the process. Phil wrote them a note saying "I ASKED FOR RENT AND YOU DIDN'T GIVE IT TO ME!" They were at work, you asshole!!! JFC!!

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When Tia and Polly got home, Phil was just pulling out of the yard with Sue in the car. They didn't even stop to talk. I'm kinda glad they didn't, otherwise, I fear we'd be in hospital visiting Tia and Polly.

My heart just hurts for Tia and Polly. That place is unsecured and not safe at all. They took the airbed and some blankets there last night but the place is SMASHED!!! Glass everywhere!!! I do wish they had stayed here. I understand that they want to try to be normal and not impose but it's just not cool what happened.

The landlord? Well, he's a prize catch too. Tia asked him to come over and see the damage, since it's his property. He couldn't make it happen last night. O_O Then he asked if it was ok to expect Tia, Polly and Damo to keep up the rent payments and they would put them on the lease and work out how to remove Phil. Tia said he'd need to go to the RTA (Rental Tenancies Authority) and the guy sighed. WTF DUDE!?!?!? A tenant just DESTROYED your property AND threatened to come back and burn it down today. DO SOMETHING!!!!! I am glad we have our rental through an agent for once.

Well, I'm off to a staff meeting. YAY! :P

Whoa, careful now. These are dangerous streets for us upper-lower-middle-class types.

Tonight was fun. *cough*

I've never had to make a statement to the cops and I will have to this weekend.

My neighbour LOST IT today. LOST. IT.

In order not to forget what I heard tonight, I typed it up.

September 13th, 2012

Tonight, our neighbour, Phil, wilfully damaged his rental property.

At about 1745, I heard loud voices, cussing and heavy footfalls in the flat next door to us. It was clearly Phil’s voice and he kept yelling “Fuck!”  and other curse words repeatedly.

I was prepping dinner and was in our kitchen, which faces the property next door. Our window was open. I could hear the yelling but could not see into their flat.

Shortly before 1800, I heard a very loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. More yelling and cursing followed this. There were more loud crashes, followed by the distinct sound of breaking glass and crockery, which went on until about 1830.

At one point, Phil came outside and made a phone call. I heard him say that he had had enough of this shit, that he was going to turn himself in, find someone to care for his dog and just be done with it. He told the person on the other end of the phone that he had already trashed his flat.

He went back upstairs. I could hear footfalls and raised voices, but nothing crashing.

At about 1840, I heard the voices of children outside and realised the Phil’s friend Sue was at the property. I was concerned about the kids and was going to go next door and see if they wanted to come to mine while Phil threw his tantrum.  However, given how angry he sounded, I was reluctant to go over. I stood downstairs with my husband for a bit.

Phil was at the back flat, talking to his neighbour. I heard him yelling, saying he was ‘fucking sick of this shit’ and he was leaving. He said he would be back tomorrow to burn the place down.

I noticed Sue in the car. After talking to his neighbour, Phil loaded his dog into Sue’s car, got into the passenger side and they drove off. As they exited the property, I heard Tia, one of the other flatmates, yell at Phil. She wanted to know why he tossed their belongings onto the footpath.  As far as I could see, Sue did not stop the car to talk to Tia or Polly and they drove off.  I did not witness Phil putting their things on to the footpath.

After this, I went next door to see if they were ok. I wasn’t sure if they had been home throughout Phil’s tantrum. All of their belongings had been chucked on the footpath and many items were broken. There was broken glass all around their belongings. Polly said that the entire inside of the house, save Damien’s room, was trashed and there was broken crockery all throughout the kitchen.  At this time, Tia rang the police to report what had happened.

My husband and I offered them some boxes to help get their items off the street and grass. I went into the house with Tia and took some photos of the damage for recording purposes. Their room was totally empty, save a broken dresser and shattered glass. There was a hole in the wall as you walked into the property. In the hallway, there was a broken jar of sauce and some other foodstuffs strewn about. The kitchen was a disaster, with almost every plate and cup smashed, cutlery and food spilled all about the floor.

Phil’s room was destroyed. He had smashed his flat screen TV and his stereo.  There was debris all over the floor.

While in the house, I was speaking to another neighbour who said that Phil had recently been told by a friend of his that he could be going away to jail again.  Phil had apparently borrowed her car, which eventually lead to a bit of a chase by the police. When Phil was told of this, he knew he would go back to jail and he became very irate. I am not sure if this is what he meant when he said earlier that he would ‘turn himself in’. Earlier in the week, he’d been telling me a story about how he lead the police on a bit of a chase through Brisbane and down the ICB but it sounded all rather fantastic.

We packed up Tia and Polly’s belongings, moved them under our house and waited for the police to arrive to talk to them.

As of 2300 September 13th, Phil has not returned to the property. Tia and Polly are at the house now for the night.

After all of this, we invited Polly and Tia and their mate Alan back to ours for tea/beer/food/shelter. They refused to stay here overnight. They have my number and I will be home tomorrow from 11 to help out if needed.

JFC PHIL! I have his mobile number and am sorely tempted to SMS him and give him a piece of my mind.

Sad thing is, he won't remember shit in the morning.