Wednesday, Feb. 05, 2003 - 1:09 p.m.
It turns out that the rent for my apartment also includes free entertainment. I have these neighbors upstairs who must have the mother of all audio systems. The fucker is loud. Usually, I'd complain, but at least these people's taste in music tend to change as often as mine do. For example, while I was home for lunch they were having a very festive Tom Petty hour. Last night was 10,000 Maniacs and Rufus Wainwright. Last week was early 90's booty rap. It's like having my very own dance club, without the annoying cigarette smoke.
Actually, that's a lie. My neighbors below me must smoke like crack fiends because my bedroom always smells like cigarette smoke. It's more than a little annoying.
So, yeah, I guess I live in Studio 54. Where are my bell-bottoms?
