| DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID |
| PROFILE | GUESTBOOK | OLD | OLDER | OLDEST |
| I have given up sleeping in the bedroom with the kidlet. There is entirely too much noise going on back there - between the neighbors who work/party nights coming home, walking past the window at all hours - to the car alarms from the next building over (LOOK! IF YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A CAR ALARM, AT LEAST HAVE THE CURIOSITY OR COURTESY TO TURN THE FUCKING THING OFF WHEN IT STARTS BLARING AT 2 A.M......!!!)I can't sleep back there. So, from my cozy nest on the sofa, I sleep peacefully most nights. Now, I'm not so sure I will. The apartment next to me holds a nice looking man - about 35 years old I would wager - and it is a "single" apartment - one without a bedroom. This fact held no meaning for me, until at 5:48 a.m., I was awakened by the man sneezing!! I realize that I am sleeping so close to a man, I can be awakened by a sneeze! That's closer than I slept to my husband for YEARS! Now, I'll probably lie awake, imagining him all nekkid over there - horny old woman!!! SLAY ON BUFFY!! |
Buh Bye! October 05, 2008 Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid One Last Bitchfest for the Road Get the Popcorn Ready I'm a Rich Ho-Bag |
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