First, the naked girl who would walk around her room completely nude all the time with the windows completely open had to be a mean bitch and start wearing a robe around once the temps started to drop into the 40s and below. I would still be given the occasional show, but it would only happen for brief moments while she transitioned from robe to her clubbing gear — or when she’d realize the outfit she had on made her look fat and had to try something else. It was still enjoyable, admittedly, but the frequency was far less and the length of the aural entertainment went from hours to minutes.

Now, the heartless whore has gone downright Osama Bin Laden and has decided to completely shut her shades completely. What’s up with that crap? I think I might have to go into her building and leave a sternly-written letter voicing my complaints under her door. That’s just not cool and an absolutely Scrooge-ish thing to do during the Holidays. She will undoubtedly be getting visits from the ghosts of Christmas’s past, future and present.

It might not be all that bad because she HAS been putting on some those “holiday pounds” that girls apparently add during the cold weather months in places like this (I had been warned of this phenomena before moving out this way). Compared to when I first moved in, the naked girl has added a little belly and looks to be at least 10-15 lbs heavier. It can only get worse when Winter actually settles in completely, I imagine.

Another added benefit is that the lack of the free peep show will make it significantly easier to kick this new-found and completely putrid cigarette habit I’ve picked up over the course of the past six months. I only smoke in the kitchen at home and would usually smoke more just so I had something to do while checking out the boobies, landing strip and nice booty. Now there’s no reason to go into the kitchen except for food, alcohol and washing the dishes. So, I guess this is a good thing. It just doesn’t feel that good at the moment.