If it weren't payday today, I'd call in.
I'm gonna find out what the flying fuck those people are doing all afternoon [yes, it's all afternoon now, the entire time I'm trying to sleep] that requires them to make so much noise. I hear thumps on the floor, what sounds like bangs on the wall, and something that could be drawers slamming and cabinets shutting. Whatever it is, it makes the bed and the floor shake, and is to the point where I can go to any point in my apartment and still hear it. You know, I have my occasional tantrums and screaming-and-throwing-things parties, but since the Depo, I only melt down an average of once over several weeks. I sure as hell don't do it on anything even resembling a daily basis.
I don't get it. It was quiet as a graveyard over there for so long.
sbt/sbc
Posted by Frida Peeple at August 5, 2004 08:10 PM