something i ponder.

someone said to me this weekend that they were talking with a friend about being "high maintenance".

the response was this: "i never want to apologize for being high maintenance... i only want someone to love me for every aspect of my personality - not in spite of it."

the friend said that it was possible. that her boyfriend of three years had simply grown to love her for what she consisted of inside, rather than in spite of the things that made her, what others may find, a pain in the ass. if that makes sense.

"so i guess it's possible," she said.

dear apt. 7.

the note taped to my mailbox:

"i live above you and would really appreciate it if, in the morning, you could keep your music, or at least the bass level of your music, turned down.

-Thank You!
Apt #7"



the note i wish i could tape to apt. 7:

"i live below you and only turn up my music to drown out the sounds of the sex you have above me. also, i would really appreciate it if, in the evening, you could keep your george michael turned down."

-Thanks a mil!
Apt #2

p.s. would you mind if i substituted the bass for moans and groans of headbanging sex? suuuper! suck it up and go back to sleep."



i'm sorry newbie, but i've lived here for a year and a half and never had a complaint, nor do i dish them out. it's an apartment building. deal with it.

i will give her this: she has very nice handwriting.

spiteful.

i'm not going to lie, ms. or mr. upstairs neighbor that i can hear having headbanging sex every once in a while, if you're going to pound on the floor as hard as you can, here at 7 in the morning, you probably shouldn't've kept me awake last night with your loud george micheal and lame friends every time i rolled over.

besides, pounding that hard is sure to wake you up more than jimmy eat world's "sweetest". eh?

hold on while i turn it up a little more.