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02/22/04
I'm getting settled into my new home/apartment. Much nicer than where I was staying by far. The neighbors here seem to keep to themself unlike in Little Mexico" where I was living. No hanging out on the deck leering at my dates, or talking shit about me in spanish as I come and go. There's carpet here, which I always thought I was a hardwood floor kinda guy, but I guess I'm getting soft as I get older. Simple shit too, like an outlet in the bathroom, a place to store shit in the bathroom, washer/dryer, dishwasher etc.. The apartment grounds are kept up nicely, no diapers or empty Corona bottles scattered here and there. Yup, I've got it made....... Oh, wait! There's just one problem. Some jackass has a fucking piano in their apartment. Their not bad, but they play the same four or five songs over and fucking over. Holy fuck, one of the songs is "Great Balls of Fire"! The other 3 or 4 songs they play are classical so it's not too bad. But holy fuck, how many times can the average person listen to great balls of fire before they completly freak the fuck out? I'm here to tell you about 50 times! I got so pissed played some GG Allin drunk interview tapes at full blast. Nothing says fuck the neighbors more than "Scars on my body, scabs on my dick" at 300 watts. My plan now is to go buy some sheet music to songs I like and leave them on their door. As of now I'm smoking much weed and blowing it through the vents. It seems to help... |
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