I am posting from my bed in the new apartment, using stolen wireless internets.
Life would be fucking awesome, if only our neighbours didnt suck. They did the 1950's-rapping-on-the-ceiling-with-a-broom thing when we decided to jump on the bed. What the hell, people. What the hell.
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well, what time was it when you were jumping on the bed? being the victim of having tap dancing lumberjack ballerinas for neighbors above me, i can understand the "son of a bitch! it's two in the morning!" sensation
It was like nine, Cuyler. It was NINE.
Funny thing about them, too, they slam doors a lot. Like, all the time. So basically I am all about waking them up at all hours of the night. Also there are roughly 4.5 people living in that apartment, and I am pretty certain that they are either in a cult, or are crazy hispanic mormon women who bow (read: have sex with) to the one fat white dude who lives (aparently) in the living room. We only know this because he leaves the curtains open all the time, and there's a bed in there. In the living room.
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