<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2392028513677739265</id><updated>2011-11-21T22:13:32.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misadventures of the Girl Next Door</title><subtitle type='html'>I used to run from drama.  Now, Gossip Girl ain't got nothing on me. I can't help if people just tell me things, right?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2392028513677739265.post-8805005297086059565</id><published>2011-11-21T22:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:13:32.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Disclosure, Part 1.</title><content type='html'>Daniel's story begins in early 2007.&amp;nbsp; Daniel was always someone I was aware of, he was an acquaintance of several of my friends.&amp;nbsp; One night he was out drinking, and I asked him to play "Captain Save-a-ho" and keep this creeper off the trail of a friend and I.&amp;nbsp; As we were driving him home, it became clear that there may have been a spark there.&amp;nbsp; Well, knowing we were dropping this man off at the home he shared with his wife, I thought nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next weekend, when I ended up taking his man back to my apartment after a night of drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience was clear, up until I woke up in the morning, and he was still there.&amp;nbsp; After all, I wasn't the one cheating. We parted ways and went about out lives.&amp;nbsp; There were uncomfortable passings and exchanges, but life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year or so went by, and I started my new job; where he was a supervisor in another department.&amp;nbsp; Our paths didn't cross very often and I made sure of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the just before Christmas 2009, one fateful night, after a long night at work, he ended up bumping into a group of my friends and I at a local tavern.&amp;nbsp; As he knew everyone in the group and he was flying solo, he joined in the shenanigans.&amp;nbsp; After parting ways at bar close, he contacted me through good old Facebook.&amp;nbsp; 30 minutes later, he was on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost proud of myself, I sent him on his way around 4 am.&amp;nbsp; I gave myself bonus points for a repeat visitor that was now essentially my boss. Sex points +2.&amp;nbsp; Add 2 more points for the fact that I was also his wife's boss, essentially. &lt;em&gt;(**face palm**).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2392028513677739265-8805005297086059565?l=juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8805005297086059565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2392028513677739265&amp;postID=8805005297086059565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/8805005297086059565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/8805005297086059565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/2011/11/full-disclosure-part-1.html' title='Full Disclosure, Part 1.'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2392028513677739265.post-8352858093777401727</id><published>2011-11-21T21:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:57:11.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Addison Files</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, it was noticed that the local law enforcement was parked outside Addison's apartment.&amp;nbsp; It appears that she text JT a very mournful sob story, that she took 4,000 mg of some drug &lt;em&gt;(honestly, I wasn't listening)&lt;/em&gt; and said that she hoped he was proud of what he had done to her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rah-tard was absolutely blown away, JT called 911 and reported her suicide text.&amp;nbsp; Well, little miss attention whore's plan backfired, when 2 uniformed officers appeared at her door at 7 pm on a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid Addison being admitted to the psych ward, my poor roommate had to promise the officer that she would sit with the dumb ass all night and spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this attempt for male attention back fired, she pulled another stunt this morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a desperate phone call from her this morning, while Daniel and I were getting ready for his divorce hearing.&amp;nbsp; She needed Jenny to come sit her kids, she was violently ill and needed to get to the ER.&amp;nbsp; Well, she was determined that she has bronchitis, because after all, Jenny had it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems she has shifted her attention tactics to my roommate, since the boys no longer come a-running.&amp;nbsp; I hate to burst Miss Addie's bubble, Jenny isn't going to put up with this shit at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2392028513677739265-8352858093777401727?l=juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8352858093777401727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2392028513677739265&amp;postID=8352858093777401727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/8352858093777401727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/8352858093777401727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/2011/11/addison-files.html' title='The Addison Files'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2392028513677739265.post-3458886242294374668</id><published>2011-11-14T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:30:35.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what your problem is?</title><content type='html'>You think you don't have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison is on thee back porch weeping her eyes out. &amp;nbsp;JT is bringing the drama again. &amp;nbsp;Well, assuming drama means taking his money and threatening to leave... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to her is this. How about you stop milking the system, get off your lazy ass and get a job. &amp;nbsp;Try actually providing for your children. &amp;nbsp;Do not expect the system to just take care of it. &amp;nbsp;I am getting really sick of my tax money buying your weed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT FEEL SORRY FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Daniel, the newest roommate, in our next post. &amp;nbsp;It'll have to be in parts, because it's an epic story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2392028513677739265-3458886242294374668?l=juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3458886242294374668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2392028513677739265&amp;postID=3458886242294374668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/3458886242294374668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/3458886242294374668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-what-your-problem-is.html' title='You know what your problem is?'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2392028513677739265.post-65457566414789644</id><published>2011-11-11T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:35:52.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Next Door to the Girl Next Door</title><content type='html'>There is a swirl of stories around me, here's one.&amp;nbsp; Addison, the girl next door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison and her 2 kids moved in next door a few months after I did.&amp;nbsp;She seemed like your run of the mill far too young, single mom.&amp;nbsp; She's proving to be a delicious surprise.&amp;nbsp; Shortly after she moved in, she revealed to my roommate Jenny, that she was currently under investigation for drug trafficking; and that they had proof too. She dodged that bullet pretty skillfully, which means that some po-dunk small town cop dropped the ball and she walked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's been living on the other side of the wall now for almost a year. In that time, we've seen boys come and go, and come and go and come and go.... But never the same one twice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She quickly established herself as a ho; &lt;strong&gt;fo sho&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The only thing we didn't see happening, was her leaving for work...ever.&amp;nbsp; We saw her kids leave for daycare,&amp;nbsp;but she always came right back. It became clear early on, that welfare momma was milking the system.&amp;nbsp; Time went on, and&amp;nbsp;somewhere along the way, she landed herself a man! There was much rapture and rejoicing in her world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, JT came along just as she decided to get off her lazy ass and get a job.&amp;nbsp; She worked at McDonald's for 4 hours a week, because she had no choice.&amp;nbsp; They were pulling her rent, energy, and daycare assistance if she didn't.&amp;nbsp; JT came into the picture and showered her with affection &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(loudly...giggity)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and gifts.&amp;nbsp; One of these gifts was a brand new nose piercing, that was strictly forbidden in the work place.&amp;nbsp; So, instead of taking out the nose ring....we quit our job.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She proudly announced that JT's disability check was enough for them to live off of, and he was moving in.&amp;nbsp; At first, he said his disability was due to a knee injury; we later found out it was mental illness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments next door ensued.&amp;nbsp; Door slamming, screaming, the whole nine yards.&amp;nbsp; In addition to hearing it play out on the other side of the paper thin wall, we got to watch the relationship status changes on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; A status changed happened no less then 2 times daily.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a relationship"&lt;br /&gt;"Single"&lt;br /&gt;"It's complicated"&lt;br /&gt;"Engaged"&lt;br /&gt;"In a relationship"&lt;br /&gt;"Single"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the next morning, they were always in love again.&amp;nbsp;Until, Addison wanted to do anything without him, or talked to another human being or wasn't stuck at his side holding his hand.&amp;nbsp;He even went so far as to cut himself one day, while she was having coffee with Jenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, it was revealed that JT was a recovering addict and was looking to get back in touch with the Baby Jesus, to keep him back on the straight and narrow.&amp;nbsp; Our apartment building happens to be directly behind one of those sketchy little cult like churches. The heavens open, the angels sang....they were saved.&amp;nbsp; JT dove head first into the bible and was bringing Addison with him.&amp;nbsp; She was not really allowed to come over much at first, because I am a heathen &lt;em&gt;(We will get to that later, lol).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Even though JT had handed his life over to the Baby Jesus, and even went so far as to become the church's new youth pastor, the fighting continued.&amp;nbsp; Until one day, JT came home with the answer to all their problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment was possessed.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't mental illness making him snap every 32 hours or so, it was the evil spirits living in the apartment.&amp;nbsp; So off to the church to get some holy water &lt;em&gt;(not a Catholic church, btw.) &lt;/em&gt;to rid the house of it's evil presence.&amp;nbsp; While performing the exodus, the spirits attacked him and ravaged him and the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; Clearly, there was evil that no one but the FUCKING CRAZY man could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us, this did not solve the problems.&amp;nbsp; Amidst their last truly epic battle, the relationship came to an end.&amp;nbsp; He packed his belongings, and he and his disability check hit the road.&amp;nbsp; Addison quickly announced to the world that she was not subjecting herself to the evils wiles of men; her 2 boys were the only men she needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, there's a new boy, Mikey;&amp;nbsp;upstanding, appears educated, gainfully employed, and apparently decent.&amp;nbsp; Jenny and I are kind of taken back, by her somewhat sound decision.&amp;nbsp; Less than one week later, the wonderful JT returns.&amp;nbsp; He comes to Addison begging for redemption, love, acceptance and a place to stay; because he now has a failing heart.&amp;nbsp; ARE YOU KIDDING ME?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any sane woman would have sent him packing.&amp;nbsp; However, we are not dealing with average people.&amp;nbsp; She allows him to move in to assist with his recovery, but only as a friend.&amp;nbsp; Rightfully intimidated, Mikey begins staying at the house all the time.&amp;nbsp; Jenny and I keep peaking around the corner, expecting the TLC TV crew to roll up any second.&amp;nbsp; This woman cannot seriously be attempting&amp;nbsp;co-habituation with her ex-fiance and current boyfriend. Is this a new pitch idea for Brother Husbands?&amp;nbsp; What is she trying to accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mikey, being smarter than the average bear has bolted and we are left with JT, the guy who introduced himself to me as a "white rapper".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2392028513677739265-65457566414789644?l=juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/65457566414789644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2392028513677739265&amp;postID=65457566414789644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/65457566414789644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/65457566414789644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/2011/11/girl-next-door-to-girl-next-door.html' title='The Girl Next Door to the Girl Next Door'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2392028513677739265.post-6739965462652958540</id><published>2011-11-11T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:39:23.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll have a SoCo Old Fashioned Sweet, Please</title><content type='html'>I must pretty damn old fashioned for 31 years old.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, you meet someone, get to know them a little, enter into a relationship with them and after a couple of months; you nervously tell that person that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I just overheard a co-worker &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(I'll identify her in another story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tell her brand spanking new boyfriend &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(they've been on 1 date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that she loves him.&amp;nbsp; She hasn't even had a hearing for her divorce yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I outdated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2392028513677739265-6739965462652958540?l=juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6739965462652958540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2392028513677739265&amp;postID=6739965462652958540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/6739965462652958540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/6739965462652958540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-have-soco-old-fashioned-sweet.html' title='I&apos;ll have a SoCo Old Fashioned Sweet, Please'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2392028513677739265.post-6461875176133889068</id><published>2011-11-04T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:33:43.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got 99 problems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And a bitch very well might be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I am not one to condone crime or breaking the law in any manner.&amp;nbsp; However, this girl, got a free pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;cruising a Dollar Tree store the other day,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(For those of you unfamiliar, it's one of those "Everything's a dollar" stores)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;looking for bargins&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Well, as I was rounding the corner of the aisle; I witnessed a 20-something girl stealing a pregnancy test.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I looked the other way.&amp;nbsp; If girl ain't got a dollar, she's got bigger problems than just a bun in the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2392028513677739265-6461875176133889068?l=juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6461875176133889068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2392028513677739265&amp;postID=6461875176133889068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/6461875176133889068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2392028513677739265/posts/default/6461875176133889068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicy-tidbits.blogspot.com/2011/11/shes-got-99-problems.html' title='She&apos;s got 99 problems...'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
