Be honest. Mine probably don't hate me but they must wonder. I thunder my music at the most random intervals (morning one day, dinnertime the next), I am way too exuberant on the phone, when I'm having a wank I'm just as loud as when I'm fornicating (sometimes I make such outlandish comedy noises I'll start cracking up midwank and abandon the session), my cooking smells great and jealousy-provoking, I dance in hallways and in my car while parking, I NEVER check my mailbox, I have huge 7+ person sleepovers and I do my laundry every single day.
― LC, Tuesday, 6 April 2004 10:09 (twenty-one years ago)
My lights are NEVER off, my windows are wide open in the dead of winter, my hallway banter is way too friendly and pretentious, and my friends talk about illegal activites way too loud when they're on the porch. I don't seem to ever sleep.
― LC, Tuesday, 6 April 2004 10:14 (twenty-one years ago)
After reading all that I just realized they think I'm a gay work-at-home.
― LC, Tuesday, 6 April 2004 10:15 (twenty-one years ago)
three years pass...
lol this is hilarious, can't believe no responses
i'm BLASTING some Kristin hersh right now, and i have a distinct feeling the cute neighbor girl on her cute white portable landline phone across the courtyard of sorts in the back is like hearing it, kindof enjoying it as background noise. she got on her back and put her feet up in the air when i turned it up. she's still sitting there, talking away. i have a very odd urge to know exactly who she's talking to, and i almost wish it were me. and that i was seeing her for coffee later. or something.
i have an itch for some fresh friendship - you know that feeling, when it hits you? it's usually the straw that breaks the i-haven't-called-so-and-so-for-so-long camel's back, but today i need to work on music. quick calls are far easier said than done, which i hate. like this neighbor, has probably been on the phone for over 25 minutes. this is my sunday afternoon, i can't give up that kind of time. i can't tell if she's smoking or not. i'm worried when i peep my head over the windowsill, she sees me.
mind you this is brooklyn, NY, so any sort of neighborly interpersonal stuff is not to be taken lightly.
― Surmounter, Sunday, 3 June 2007 19:05 (eighteen years ago)
(sometimes I make such outlandish comedy noises I'll start cracking up midwank and abandon the session)
Genius.
― chap, Sunday, 3 June 2007 19:14 (eighteen years ago)