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[honoumiko]

OK, the guy next door.... who by the way, has banged on my wall for singing at reasonable hours (i.e. 7 PM or so) is singing Drunken Sailor NOW. 12:36 AM.

I'm so leaving a note on the door. "I didn't bang on your wall when you sang drunken sailor early in the morning. -The Soprano next door"

Updated @ 12:47 - Just did. I am so frigging happy.
(almost got locked out of my room doing so; luckily the door is sticky and didn't close all the way....... shut up)

Comments

[eat-sleep-row.livejournal.com]

I'll bang on his wall...pshhh. I know why your door was sticky; you're using chocolate as David replacement! Nooo! DON'T DO IT! You'll become like the lady in Tosca who jumped off the roof onto the mattress behind the scenery and bounced back up.

[honoumiko.livejournal.com]

OMG. Is that a true story??? That is HILARIOUS.

I still don't quite understand the chocolate parallel (although it has been a bit comforting)... I don't put chocolate on the door and cling to it. Though it sounds fun.

Was your post supposed to make sense? I am so confused.... lmao

[eat-sleep-row.livejournal.com]

Nothing is supposed to make sense at almost 2 in the morning. Although the Tosca story is true. She was REALLY fat, and when she jumped off...well, they just had a really good mattress, but not made out of memory foam, sadly.

[honoumiko.livejournal.com]

that's HILARIOUS!!

[ryujinn.livejournal.com]

You're a soprano? sl<1llz0r5.
^ ^
Such balls you have, it's hilarious...<3

[honoumiko.livejournal.com]

Hmm. If I did, I wouldn't be a soprano. XD