My neighbor is currently banging around his apartment, yelling things like “Fuck!” and “I DARE you.”
(I don’t think there is anyone else in the apartment with him, so I am highly curious as to who he is daring to do what.)
These shouts are accompanied by what sounds like bowling (?), scraping noises, and things being thrown.
Once I heard him having sex, and the young lady he was…sexing starting singing a Bruno Mars song after it was over. I had to Google the lyrics to make sure, but yes, it was Bruno Mars.
I feel as though I lost the right to complain about neighborly matters when the arsonist downstairs torched my old apartment. (While I was inside, but that’s a post for another time.)
Really, all I feel like writing about lately is Melrose Place.
I have so much to say: the haircuts, the convertibles, the backstabbing…it’s all too much! On the episode I’m watching right now a character has AMNESIA and there’s a briefcase full of money! Why can’t my neighbors be like the ones on MP? We could all hang out and have pool parties and occasionally a few scandals here and there.
Anyway, would you all still read this if it was a completely Melrose-centric blog for awhile? No? It’s ok, I rarely follow through with these ideas anyway.
