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but beyond that, this has all happened before. when you get tired of toying with the bitchass, just start ignoring him. it's easy and ultimately, quite effective. just stop reading the posts of your choice. then those posts of your choice, the chosen ones, will begin to disappear. it was easy with oats. |
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i am wearing a brown sweater. |
the logo is centered and purple with a slightly fuzzy texture. My roommates tried to tear it off me when i came through the door. (because they wanted the shirt, not my hot bod.) (although that could very well also be the case.) (smegma!) |
hm. i don't like mint. i had pho for the second day in a row. m. mmm. smile nate. i'm wearing an ugly blue polo shirt. |
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when i get really stoned i tend to wander the kitchen looking for stuff to put sriracha on. |
Tonight, tonight I am going to see Modest Mouse. Yum. I can barely wait. I love this band. Lord and yum. But they're playing with Dub Narcotic, so I'll be sure to sneer at the "lead droner" just to make Dave feel happy. (Er, I think it was Dave, and I think it was the guy from DNSS. Otherwise, I'll just sneer at him 'cause I'm cool like that, and 'cause he's taking up stage time that could be used for people like... oh... Modest Mouse!) Yessah, yep. Lord, I'm stoked. I haven't been to a show in ages. |
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i was really fucking pissed about it because it was signed "YOUR LAND LODR," but i called my "LAND LODR" and he knew nothing of it, but said as long as i practice between 9am and 11pm (which i do) then "don't worry about it." which is kind of too bad because it was fun looking through apartment listings and thinking about how i've never really liked this neighborhood. i just hate to think that someone in this building is hating life because of the fact that i practice piano. i'm wearing a "Celebrating Art" t-shirt that i got when i lived in Atlanta. and listening to David Saperton play Godowsky. |
mark, you should move to connecticut. letterman lives there. apartments suck. i hate listening to music quietly and headphones just don't cut it. when i was 18, i had just moved to seattle and i got an apartment on the corner of 5th and bell, right next to the monorail. at the time i thought i was to be a bass player, but i didn't have an amp so i used to practice through my stereo. the manager knocked on my door one night shortly after i moved in saying that the people upstairs were complaining. so i turned it down but shortly after that, as i was "practicing" at the lowest volume possible through my shitty stereo, the people upstairs started stomping on the floor. so i turned the stereo all the way up and hit all the strings and leaned the bass against the speaker leaving it to feed back until the fuses blew while i ran upstairs and pounded on their door yelling for them to come out and talk to me. they never opened their door or responded at all. i moved out at the end of the month. i blew last month's rent and deposit to get out of there. i think it cost me close to $1000 for that month, which was unheard of in 1985. fuck apartments. fuck neighbors. (except guy and angie and the cahills, them's good neighbors.) |
My very own thread!?eh How sweet of you!eh I had no idea you cared!?eheheee Nate, you do wonders for my ego!!ehe Now go take your PROZAC and DRY UP!!eheh You're yet another FIDGETY CYBER WACKO who carries on over ADISHKITE!eheee That's YIDDISH for BUBKESS!ehe Meaning: CRAP, NOTHINGNESS! FARSHTAIST!?ehehe What am I to do with these FROGGY users!?heh Unfknblvbl!ehe |
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fucking rich fuck fucks. |
And if I don't make this one, I'll just cry. My neighbors so far haven't been to buggy about music, which is nice. I don't play, but I like to turn my speakers up nice and loud. Normally I wouldn't feel at all guilty about this, 'cause they play their rap just as loud... but I am awake at 3am, and it always takes me fifteen minutes to realize that everyone else in the world is probably asleep. The neighbors on one side are a large mexican family. I haven't actually met any of them yet. The rap neighbors are named Renetta and L.A. I can't imagine that they're older than 18, but they seem nice. I'm not sure about this apt. complex yet. Seems to be a lot of shady people. Like the creepy chick up one floor and over 2 doors. Every time I walk down the stairs to my place, she's watching. I wonder who she's waiting for. |
Still, location for music playing will be a criterion in my next apt. search. If it's in columbus, I was reassured that there was good priced apts in the student section, where the music playing wouldn't be a problem. |
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the first time it happened my roommate was banging on the ceiling to get them to stop, but after an hour of banging she realized it wasn't coming from upstairs. she walked around to all the apartments on our floor, above us and below us. she finally figured out it was the next building (which is connected to us). apparently the people below us think it is us. once the guy came upstairs at three in the morning and told us to knock off the noise. we told him it wasn't us but the people in the next building. we laughed. he got angry and stomped away. now we live in fear. |
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this has all happened before. this has all happened before. |