This is a video of some dude who doesn’t understand personal space trying to get Lady Gaga‘s autograph in Romania. As you can see, it doesn’t work out too well for him.
There are a few reasons why I wanted to show you this video. One, because it’s making the rounds this morning, and I didn’t want you guys to miss out on the latest hot topics at the water cooler or the trough or whatever it is you people with regular jobs have at your workplace. Two, because this is the first time that I have ever liked any Gaga fashion – I actually think her whole ensemble is really, really cute. Three, this whole scenario would freak me the f-ck out, and I wanted to tell you about another thing that freaked me the f-ck out this week.
My neighbor called the cops on me, guys. Me. If you’ve been reading this blog for a time, you probably get the sense that I’m a sort of goofy, awkward lady who loves unicorns and playing with her cat and guinea pigs, and you’d be right. But listen. A few days ago, I was at home with my boyfriend, playing with the cat, and there’s this terrifyingly loud beating on the door, like the kind of thing you’d hear if some police thought you had a meth lab in the kitchen. My cat ran into the bedroom because he’s a for real scaredy cat, and my boyfriend answered the door, and it was a neighbor guy that we’d never met before, and he started yelling about our lawn. He reeked of booze like Amanda Bynes burping out of Lindsay Lohan‘s mouth, and we had no idea what he was saying, except it was something about mowing the lawn. Then he asked if we had any sort of lawn equipment, and my boyfriend was like “that’s not really any of your business, friend,” because no thank you, shady drunk stranger, and the guy left. Weird, right?
BUT NO. After a few minutes, the guy came back. My boyfriend was outside with his dad (I was inside comforting the cat), and Drunk Neighbor started yelling again, but like angry yelling, about how he was just trying to be nice. He yelled for a minute, and then my future father-in-law, who usually looks and acts like Santa Claus but can apparently be sort of a badass, told him sternly to go home. And so he did. Weirder, right?
BUT WAIT. I walked to the general store up the road to get some ice cream, and when I came back, there was a police car outside my house. Because Drunk Neighbor had called the police. On us. The officer was just like “sorry guys, I told Ol’ Drunky to stay off your property, but if he comes back, just call me,” and then he left, but still, really? Freaked me the f-ck out.
But yeah, Lady Gaga, huh? CUHHH-RAZY.