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 β not hammering, for that is too shrill β something that sounded like sledgehammering. Bury me for I am dead.
Oh, and I charted it. Thanks Feltron.
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FUCKFUCKFUCK SO CUTE.
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.

This kind of happens to me every day.

