Friday, October 11, 2002

No seriously though, I need to move. I woke up this morning at 5:45 to hear a loud neighbor (think Megan Baltimore's "Mike") yapping on the phone. 5:45! "Yo, dawg, what's up, I can't believe you're calling me, yo!" And that was a very excited "I can't believe" rather than a what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-calling-me-at-this-hour "I can't believe". I can't believe that guy's such a dork.

Repeated "shhhhh!"-ing, "Shut Up"-ing, and finally a plaintive "Please be quiet." from my neighbor (not "sings-better-than-me" girl, but "has loud sex" girl) and I finally shut that fucker up, but that's the perils of apartment living, yo. Maybe I need to stop off at Party House Liquors on the way home.