oh good. The crackhead is moving out

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There are 12 apartments in this building. We all get along pretty well. Well almost all of us. There are 2 apartments with crazy women in them. One of them lives by herself and leaves me alone. She has problems with other people here but apparently doesn't mind me. The other one lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with 6 other people--her boyfriend and his/her children. All she does is sit outside talking on the phone and smoking. She doesn't like me because she heard I said she looked like a meth addict. I could care less what she thinks about me. Anyway my downstairs neighbor told me that she heard they were moving to *get this* a different apartment in a different building in this same complex. Why would you pack up your entire life to move like 1/8 of a mile away into the exact same apartment? I had to pack up my life to move almost 3 years ago and it was an awful experience. It sucked boxing everything up and it sucked even more having to physically move all of my crap. My mother is always telling me to move somewhere else. I keep saying that I am only moving 1 more time. I'm not going to keep moving every year or two. Anyway back to my point. My neighbor texted me last night to tell me that the crackhead had started moving out stuff. Sure enough this morning there was a U-Haul pulled up to the building. Fine with me! Good riddance to bad rubbish. Now we just need to find a new nut to chain smoke, constantly talk on the phone, and pace back in forth in front of the building.