(on phone to some guy)
Skank#1: Wait, Hun, say that again!
Skank#2: I want to FCK you!
Skank#1: Didja hear that?
Skank#2: Whats his name again?
Skank#1: RYAN!!!
Skank#2: Oh! Lets Fck!
Skank#1: I am SO DRUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!!!
(later)
Skank#1: Thats when you suck on someones nut!
Skank#2: I wanna have sex with this guy, then suck on his nut!
Skank#1: I am so proud of you!
(later)
Skank#1: I have Sh*t on my a**!
See kiddies, this is why you shouldn’t drink and skank.
I have the same thing in Spanish and Russian (weird mix I know).
On the subject of the skanks next door, why do they have phone conversations out in the hall? Not that it matters, every shout is still heard.
From the volume of the Limp Bizkit, I ain’t sleeping for awhile. So, How y’all doin’?
Nice. Very, very nice. May I use that to write on people’s doors? I know some floor mates who need it.
Zen, you have my sympathies.
Medea’s Child, feel free.
This calls for drastic measures. Pop-Tarts and a hunk of super-sharp cheddar cheese. Yum!
Woo-hoo!
I’ll be right back, I need to go tack a note on a white board. This helps make up for the eveing where I heard the following in my hall.
[teeny-bopper whine]“Beck-y, get some pants on! We’re going out, we’re going to get drunk, and the we’re going to get FUCKED!” [/teeny-bopper whine]
Medea’s Child, do they play music loud enough to shake the walls in your room? At 1:30 in the morning? Mine do? Ahhh, my pet Skanks, can I put 'em down yet? Huh? Huh? Can I? Awwwwww, shucks.
Relic, you have my permission… just don’t shoot to kill!
Hmmmmm, where shall I shoot them?
Thinks back to the day when Skank#1 shouted in the hall "You Guys? Is my ass fat?
I will shoot her in da ass!
Now where’s my gun, Dang Nabbit?
Dammit, I am SOOOO tired, and they have not shut up! Now they are drunkenly calling old boyfriends and singing sappy songs off key. Damn you bieches! I wanna sleep! Nooooo! It’s *Nsync!! Brain! Imploding! God! Damn! It!
SPLAT
Hmmm, Sailorboy couldn’t sleep until 3 am either. Weird.
Oh, and bump 
Ohhhh…don’t get me started on loud music…I think for a Christmas present to self I’m going to destroy my neighbour’s stero. I have been sitting at my computer unable to hear MP3s while my keyboard was shaking from her noise. I have woken up at four AM thinking I was in an earthquake to realise that no, my neighbour was just being a prick as per usual.
I’ll take some deep breaths now or this will become a pit rant.
Yah, this shoulda been in the pit. Oh well. Mebbe move it? I don’t know. Whatever you so desire, Mods.
I used to call the police on my downstairs neighbour every weekend due to fights in the middle of the night.
One time I was speaking with clients in the cells prior to bail court when who should I come across but the fellow from Apt. 2. He begged me to represent him.
I didn’t stop laughing for quite some time.
Where you two going to college, Medea’s Child and relic?
Just curious.
Me, University of Illinois in Champagin-Urbana.
Hehehe…wanna borrow some of my more hideous CDs, depending on what’s being played?
Freak metal-play Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On”
Gordon Lightfoot
1812 Overture-which I am listening to right now…it is AWESOME. (not just that big ass fanfare…it’s also comprised of a Russian Orthodox hymn at the beginning-acapella and oh so beautiful, deep, dark mysterious Russian folk melodies, the Marsellaise, and finally the Big Fanfare-intermingled with “God Save the Tsar.”)
I’m at the University of Pittsburgh.
My ‘friend’ (cough) likes R&B and rap. Whats really, really sad is that I do to, on occasion, when I can hear it over the base.
Le Sang has offered to build me an EMP.
To give her credit, she’s really good about shutting up when I ask her to. That I have to get out of bed and wander over in my junkie pjs to do so annoys me. (I feel like such a whiny bitch seeing her at three am every third morning.)
If I could stand bagpipes they would be a good responce.