HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
I hold the dubious honor of being the only person never modded who has also never been to a party who in the past had a shared account with a vegetable reference that has had consensual sex with a woman who wasn't from the board that also knows what >) means and remembers the end of the golden age.
Nah, she's a nasty old heavy-set bi-otch who apparently likes to complain a lot. Since when was playing music at a moderately loud level in the early evening a sin, LG? It's the one pleasure I get out of life. It's turned off by prime time. I told her that the first time she complained and she said that would be a fine compromise, but now she's starting in again. If you could chipper-shred her ass, that would be superb.
Loud sex - check!
stomping on the floors walking around - check!
The apartment mgr said there was nothing she could do as long as it's before 10 pm. Plus, you can't hear the music from the outside or next door, just underneath...the cops will leave me alone (esp. since my accident in May)
I just wish peopel would mind their own fucking business and leave me alone.
<center>In the 60's people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.</center>
I'd rather live in a concentration camp then an apartment. At least you know you're gonna die soon and not deal with the fucking rude pig slobs that live next to you on the other side of the two inch dry walls surrounding you.