I'm not going to lie, it's been lovely having all of the college kids home for the holidays and out of my apartment building. The laundry room has been especially empty, seeing as their mommies have no doubt done their washing for them. (If you detect a hint of bitterness here, the truth is I'm just jealous. Laundry is the one chore that I loathe unlike no other.)
I didn't even realize our heavy footed upstairs neighbor (Godzilla) had been gone until I noticed he'd returned. And just like that, our days and nights were once again filled with Stomp. Stomp. STOMPS.
For crying out loud, can't this kid sit down for a minute?
Evil thoughts and impulses creep into my brain. I try my best to observe and release them, but they just keep a'coming back. Thoughts like:
Godzilla, I want to flush the toilet while you're taking a shower, just because. I want to bang on the ceiling with a broom while screaming filthy, terrible obscenities. I want to sign for and then fling your Fedex packages into the Muddy River. I want...you to take off your frigging boots. That's all, really.
Oh, and do you think you could stop rearranging your furniture after 9pm? Thanks.
Phew. Actually, I think I feel a bit better! xoxo
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