Thanks, everyone. That is reassuring.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Delurking to complain here because I can't complain anywhere else about this...
One of the things I hate about living in an apartment is listening to neighbors having sex. Just now my next door neighbors were enjoying them selves a little too loudly.
It's still going on...can't really knock on the door and ask them to turn it down, even though I really want to.
I had that in college. I would bang on the walls.
...and I'm remembering the conducting scene from The Secret of My Success. Maybe you can amuse yourself similarly? Or begin some remodeling in the room with the shared wall, hammering at the same tempo, perhaps? ETA: Or even better, counter-tempo.
The Secret of My Success
Man, I loved that movie.
I remember unfondly my apartment downstairs from Mr. Stamina McSqueakyBed.
And his dog, Clickety Cliphisnails.
My upstairs neighbor rented to a family with a hyperactive toddler. Before that, we just *thought* he was a dick.
Old farm houses converted into duplexes aren't well sound-proofed, either. Good grief man, quit tickling your woman, can't you hear she doesn't like it? Well, we can.
I'd be blasting a sound track of applause and cheering at appropriate moments.
So, I am at my sister's with #1 son. This is going to take some patience. I do have a reputation for having vast stores of same, and remarkable calm. Still going to test me. Trying to pick my battles. Today's first decision is how late to let him sleep in. When I went to bed at 10 something I made it abundantly clear that he was expected at computer at 8am to learn stuff if he really wanted to be my minion. He was up until at least 3am. Was outside talking loud on the phone at 1am. Playing league of legends. 6 vanilla cokes, 2 tubes of Ritz and a large container of soft cheese. You know where this is heading. Spoilerfont for the delicate. 7am massive barfing. Now when I was 23 I would have had to haul my ass to work no matter what. It is such a balance of my own peace and disrupting his. Right now I am just doing a bunch of the work I had been saving up to teach him.
May this be a spectacular week for Bitches. I am planning on having myself one no matter what!