You know, for all the rants I have heard from Ring-a-Ling about her boyfriend (today's rant is that he is a "sick fuck who needs to see a psychiatrist, go look in the phone book it starts with a p, even though I know you probably think it starts with an s, but it's in the phone book they're all over the city and you need to go look one up because you are a sick fuck, seriously mentally sick in the head"), I have never quite been able to discern whether it is always the same guy that she is talking about, or whether she really just has this much bad luck in the guy department.
I suppose it's none of my business, but honestly, I can't help hearing it, and if I could, believe me, I would. Barring that, after awhile you do start wondering about the full and coherent narrative, you know?
Heee. If I were feeling cruel, I'd start logging all relevant info she provides on her little rants. Then one day when she was particularly aggravating, I'd start yelling out the window back at her. "You know, this reminds me of the guy you were dating in late May! I'm starting to sense a pattern here - maybe the problem is with you! Of course, it's none of my business, but maybe if you weren't advertising to the WHOLE FUCKING STREET...!"
Of course, that's just me. Whenever I do finally snap about something, I go all out ;)