my upstairs neighbor. he who stomps a lot. he who can only play that one toadies song over and over and over (and badly). he who's a lot of other things. he's moving! right now! and noisily!
woohoo!
of course, that means i'll be getting another neighbor, who may or may not be as annoying.
bah.
i'll worry about that later. right now, all i can think is ding dong, stompy's gone!
solamente yo
- mando
- Austin, Texas, United States
- um ... not much to say. i'm a copy editor. i like the words "nifty" and "egads." i tend to alienate people with my vast knowledge of obscure and useless trivia. i inhale gore vidal and comic books. the chicago manual is my bible. i'm a vegetarian. i enjoy drinking and the meat purveyors (and sometimes drinking with jo walston). i like to ramble. tada?
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i've always lived on the top floor. i'm probably someone's stompy.
see, he wasn't always stompy. it's only been in the past five or six months that it seems he's been avidly stomping to annoy me whenever he walks around up there. between that and the same toadies song over and over, i'm surprised i never went up there, lit up one of his marlboro lights, and put it out in his right eye.
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