Tuesday, Apr. 29, 2003 - 1:54 p.m.
Last night I almost feel asleep to a harmonious combination of sounds. The Lextran buses' hissing hydraulic brakes, bass thumping from cars passing by, and a melody of a jazz trumpet combined with a very Ella Fitzgerald-esque voice from the live show at High On Rose all conspired to send me off to a restful night.
Then the upstairs neighbors started having sex. Again. And the female was obviously faking her orgasm. Again. And she's not even a good actress.
Right in the middle of a soothing trumpet solo, I was jolted awake with "Oh, YES, fuck me, stud!" Seriously, does anyone actually say that aside from in a porn video? I wholeheartedly believe that their bed moved from their bedroom to the living room during the course of their copulation. That didn't so much synch up with the previous harmony.
So close to sleep, then suddenly so far away. Nobody likes a tease.
