One Complaint
Dear people who live in the house next door:
You may not know this, but your window faces right into my window. I respect that you have a very colorful culture that includes a smorgasbord of charming accordion music, colorful clothes, and extra facial hair in the womenfolk. I also respect that you love your music and want to play it every Saturday as loud as your little boom box can manage. However, I drank something last night called dopamine, and my stomach has not been the same since. I haven't slept more than 45 minutes, haven't eaten so much as a cracker, and I am desperately trying to get some rest. Your polka playing is not helping. If you want me to listen to it, invite me over. Don't force it on me through your kitchen window. My stomach will thank you.
Love,
The depressed girl next door
You may not know this, but your window faces right into my window. I respect that you have a very colorful culture that includes a smorgasbord of charming accordion music, colorful clothes, and extra facial hair in the womenfolk. I also respect that you love your music and want to play it every Saturday as loud as your little boom box can manage. However, I drank something last night called dopamine, and my stomach has not been the same since. I haven't slept more than 45 minutes, haven't eaten so much as a cracker, and I am desperately trying to get some rest. Your polka playing is not helping. If you want me to listen to it, invite me over. Don't force it on me through your kitchen window. My stomach will thank you.
Love,
The depressed girl next door
posted by Ocean | 6:03 PM
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