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Reading: Dorothy Allison, Bastard Out of Carolina
Listening To: Sheryl Crow, Wildflower
Feeling: Pissed

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:: 3.15.2008 ::

Why am I blogging at 9:08 a.m. on a Saturday during spring break? Because my fucking neighbors -- in the next building over -- are playing Pat Benatar so damn loud that, from inside of my bedroom, with the windows closed, I can hear every goddamn word of "Hell is for Children" with perfect clarity. I tossed and turned through "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" twice before resigning myself to the fact that this was not going to go away.

It's going to be a long day.

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In a few weeks or days you will look back and laugh! I could think of worse things to wake up to ... children puking or like some super icky music!

 

At least it's good music.

 

tis why we are sacrificing a bit of square footage to live in a house in a quiet neighborhood instead of an apartment :) We haven't gotten a full nights sleep since the elephants moved in above us. Yelling/screaming/stomping/slamming doors at all hours of the night... yeesh.

 

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