Friday, September 01, 2006

The Walls are Talking

Either my neighbors are having a great party or really weird sex. I am thinking it's the first. It could be both.

These are the same neighbors who sing and play guitar at 7am, presumably in the bathroom, because that is where I hear them the best, or worst, because they are tone-deaf.

It's Friday night and I am at home watching TV. I feel a little pathetic. I am calling the friends tomorrow.


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