For the most part, I like my apartment. Convenient location, pet-friendly, big kitchen, central air, and a landlord that’s pretty hands-off. I’ve been here for nearly four months without any major problems. My biggest complaint so far would have to be the paper-thin walls.  It was never usually a problem and I learned to tune out my neighbors when they’d open their windows or lock their doors.

When I first moved in, before I had any real furniture, I could hear my next door neighbor talking on the phone sometimes. It wasn’t a big deal since I was normally up anyway. Everyone said once I got furniture, it would absorb the sound much better.  But now the office is finally finished and I’m back to the routine of being in bed by midnight, so I can wake up early enough for work.

Sometimes I text from bed or play Angry Birds until the heaviness of sleep takes over, but for the past couple of weeks I’ve been staring at the ceiling outlining stories in my head.  I don’t usually get very far before I fall asleep or I’m interrupted by something. First it was this squeaking noise, that I could only imagine were bedsprings being used over and over again. By the time I got used to that irritating sound, there was pounding (perhaps a headboard hitting my bedroom wall?), and then yelling. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” the girl yelled at the top of her lungs.  At first, it was amusing, but then the yelling would shake me from a deep sleep at 2am and then again at 5:30am.  I get it, you want him to fuck you. No need to repeat it while I’m trying to sleep.

The other morning, I was rudely awakened (a good hour before my alarm was set to ring) by the sound of fucking and yelling, followed by a man singing at the top of his lungs, “I’m living on the edge!” For fuck’s sake, if  sex at 6am on a Wednesday morning is your idea of living on the edge, perhaps you should take your activities somewhere further away from shared bedroom wall. How about the kitchen instead?

When I was leaving for work that day, the aspiring porno couple were leaving as well. They passed me in the narrow hallway while I was jiggling my key in the top lock, trying to avoid having to make small talk with them.  The girl walked by quickly, I barely saw her face, just her bleached blonde hair bouncing with each heavy high-heeled step. The guy kind of smirked at me, pointed at me as if his hand were a gun, and then clicked his mouth while giving me a wink. This asshole thought having sex at 6am made him the sheriff of the sexy wild west.

Last night I learned how to change my home network name. Can you guess which one is mine? Haha I amuse myself.

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5 Comments » Posted: August 1st 2010
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