I am so happy to be moving soon.
Dear Upstairs Neighbours;
Fuck off and die.
No Love,
Red.
... Ahem. The neighbours are having a party. The neighbours who piss me off already what with having loud sex directly above my bedroom. It's one o'clock in the morning and the buzzer went off. I had to repeatedly say "Wrong button, it's upstairs" into the intercom before the assholes shouting "fucking let us in" actually listened to me. Then lots of stomping, laughing and loud music. It sounds as if it's coming from outside my window, not upstairs! Ugh. How dare they have a party.
I'm joking, partly. I have work tomorrow and my bad back is making me tired enough as it is. I don't like to go on and on about my back to many people, as unlike colds and minor sicknesses I like to moan about; I've had to put up with a growing agonising backache for about eight months. I don't want people to think I'm crying wolf because it geniunely worries me. I don't know what it is. I need to see a doctor. It's not lower back, it's in the middle - right on my spine. It is, with no exaggeration whatsoever, pure agony at the worst of times. I writhe at work. So if anyone knows much about back problems, please help me.
Whose Line will distract me from my back and my neighbours. Yes. Tonight I downloaded many mp3s and I have to agree with tellingasecret (oops) trustingno1 and clayangel about the songs they deemed to be Ryan/Colin and Ryan/Greg songs. I should perhaps have a music war with upstairs.
Fuck off and die.
No Love,
Red.
... Ahem. The neighbours are having a party. The neighbours who piss me off already what with having loud sex directly above my bedroom. It's one o'clock in the morning and the buzzer went off. I had to repeatedly say "Wrong button, it's upstairs" into the intercom before the assholes shouting "fucking let us in" actually listened to me. Then lots of stomping, laughing and loud music. It sounds as if it's coming from outside my window, not upstairs! Ugh. How dare they have a party.
I'm joking, partly. I have work tomorrow and my bad back is making me tired enough as it is. I don't like to go on and on about my back to many people, as unlike colds and minor sicknesses I like to moan about; I've had to put up with a growing agonising backache for about eight months. I don't want people to think I'm crying wolf because it geniunely worries me. I don't know what it is. I need to see a doctor. It's not lower back, it's in the middle - right on my spine. It is, with no exaggeration whatsoever, pure agony at the worst of times. I writhe at work. So if anyone knows much about back problems, please help me.
Whose Line will distract me from my back and my neighbours. Yes. Tonight I downloaded many mp3s and I have to agree with tellingasecret (oops) trustingno1 and clayangel about the songs they deemed to be Ryan/Colin and Ryan/Greg songs. I should perhaps have a music war with upstairs.