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Mood: Ya know... Why couldn't a nice old couple or a tame, young family move into the apartment underneath us? Why did it have to be another troop of drunken bohemian yayhoos who like to make a loud ruckus after Jack's bedtime on a Saturday night? Oh, and they are grilling on the balcony too... Does anyone else see a problem with alcohol, open flames and an apartment building? Maybe it's just me. I don't know what in the hell they are doing down there, but it feels kind of like an earthquake up here. I'm going to freak out. Women... And stuff... - 2012-08-19 be sorted @ nimbo.net |