we've been trying to pretend that we can't hear the bass from the apartment upstairs. we've pretended 3 times this week. as i was sitting on the couch trying to decide if it would be a bad idea to go up there in my dressing gown and tell them to shut the fuck up, the cg called them and told them to turn it down. they invited him up there for a beer. he went. so now i'm sitting here in my dressing gown thinking "what the fuck" instead of "shut the fuck up".
(before we sell this place and let me just remind people that we are selling this place mainly due to the noisy neighbour upstair and on the right of us, i want someone to be fined for driving my husband, and therefore me, round the bend).
9:51 p.m. - September 22, 2006
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