Just ran into the demon family from hell who live below me and they're pregnant again. Very, very pregnant. Their three year old still doesn't sleep through the night and hasn't learned to communicate beyond child-of-lucifer screeches which translates into three years of sleepless nights and cozy evenings punctuated by the sounds of horrible tantrums.
Sigh.
Love, love, love my apartment but I think it's time to move.
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1 comment:
OMG, okay, it's been a while since I've been on your blog (can never find the add) ---but SERIOUSLY: someone has to stop these people. You must move. That's all there is to it. Euw. Get out while you still can. And please call me so I can help you drag the move into midnight parties for a week long on the staircase. I hate your neighbours and I've never met them. L
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