The guys upstairs have been married for a year - is it really a year already?? Yeesh. There has been some bickering. Full-volume, dish-throwing bickering. Mostly the one screaming at the other (for example, the other went to tell the one that he should come to bed so he could be sure to get up on time. This somehow initiated a full-blown fest, which woke me up, it being 2 a.m. My reaction was to lie in bed seething and wishing I had the nerve to storm upstairs and club the one with an iron skillet. What prompted the tantrum is a mystery to both the other and me, and the other is getting tired of being picked on). Anyway, life has been a bit grim, since I never quite know when it is safe to go upstairs and play with my sewing machine, or even say hello. Plus, the one is failing to respond to the landlady about a tree that needs to come down, because he hates her (meaning is scared of her) and I'm scared she'll take action against us. Not looking forward to living in my car, which is what would happen if I got thrown out. I hope eventually we find out what the one is so mad about.
LINGERIE SEX FIGHTS