noise complaint
of course i wasn't going to update yet again this evening, but this certainly deserves a diary entry: i can't believe it! i just got a noise complaint. a NOISE complaint. in all the time i've lived here, i've NEVER gotten a noise complaint.
if you know nothing else about me, you should know that i'm far from being a disruptive neighbor. even way back when i was 19 and lived in an out of control dorm where the sophomore partying spilled into all nights of the week, i was never disruptive. it was more of a group effect--you know, individuals aren't obnoxious but put together, the whole group appears to be a real loud crew.
but this? tonight, i was listening to mozart's 40th/41st symphony and finishing a glass of wine. i know that sounds pretentious but i'm totally not. i was just relaxing and about to get ready for bed. my music was definitely on low. i wouldn't exactly call classical music the kind you pump up the volume on.
i don't even know who this guy is. all i can tell you is that i'm sure he has a football lodged up his ass. he really needs to get laid. it'd loosen him up a little bit. aw, man. get laid.
speaking of noise complaints and getting laid, whoever lives in the apt. above me always has really loud sex. i mean loud. i guess it must be some pretty good sex.
