My upstairs neighbors are all of a sudden a terror to end all terrors. They have a loud dog that both barks and sounds like an iron spider scuttling across my ceiling. Either that, or a refrigerator that moves around a lot, but this isn’t Japan. There is a very loud smoker’s cough that sounds cartoonish. There is also squeaky cartoonish sex that lasts for about a minute and a half each time. There is thumping bass. Yesterday I heard a Linkin Park song so loudly that I could make out all of the words. And someone, I think, knocked on MY wall or MY floor, I hope to god not, because that means someone thinks that it’s ME. And forget that they think I would be asshattish enough to blast music that loudly, but that I would blast Linkin PARK that loudly and sing along, off-key. There is also rhinoceros-style bounding down the stairs of the building. Last week (a school night) as I was blogging at 1.35 in the morning, I heard – not hammering, for that is too shrill – something that sounded like sledgehammering. Bury me for I am dead.
Oh, and I charted it. Thanks Feltron.
This kind of happens to me every day.
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FUCKFUCKFUCK SO CUTE.
oh mai god.
The intersection of Laura’s & my interests (she’s an urban planner). Envisioning Development breaks down income levels by NYC neighborhood. Fascinating. Some are through the roof, as you can probably imagine. Others, not so much.
