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13 July 2004 @ 12:06 am
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A man with chronic hairballs lives near my apartment building. I discovered this when I began my current experiment to stop running my floor fan as a source of constant white noise. He isn't plagued much during the day that I'm aware of, but after midnight you can hear his extravagant brakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! carrying across the rooftops of the greater Seattle area. It's a gut-twisting sound. Someday if my mood declines again I may find and hurt this man.

In order today, I ate a waffle with blueberries, I worked out, I bought a swimsuit, I re-read several pages of Pale Fire, I wrote, I made pasta with salsa cruda, I closed my window, something something something, lost my temporary crown, damn.

Dear god, can someone please cut this man's throat? And that's me in a good mood. How can a grown man have hairballs every night? Why is he licking his cat? Maybe I will turn on the fan after all....
Destina: destina avatar - sabine101destina on July 13th, 2004 12:25 am (UTC)
I just wanted to say...it's so nice to see you posting again. :) It's like when your neighbor comes home from her vacation after her grand tour of Europe, and she looks tanned and relaxed and a little mysterious in that Continental way, and here you are in your bathrobe and curlers and one eye open, barely coherent, but you're really happy she's back because there was a hole in the neighborhood.

Or something like that. *g*
your royal pie-nessentrenous88 on July 13th, 2004 03:14 am (UTC)
Oh dear lord. If it weren't from the location, I'd think your neighbor was my old neighbor from Rochester NY (when I lived there many moons ago). He made an awfully similar sound: mornings especially, which was dreadful, because waking up to that noise? Ack. Worst part is he'd do it outside, so there was no freaking way to escape the echoes. Sadly, he was one of the main reasons I was grateful for the miserable Rochester winters -- no hacking noise outside.

I kept wishing he'd disappear -- but then he did disappear. It was like vengeance wishing, and I felt incredibly guilty! For months afterward, people would ask his brother (who had moved in to his house) where the hell the first guy had gone, and he'd shrug and say. "Dunno." Ah, family.
kaydee23: animated Nickkaydee23 on July 13th, 2004 06:43 am (UTC)
Maybe he has that crazy disease that makes him eat his own hair.

It's more likely he has that older man disease, the one that causes my father to hack and hack and hack. And honk and honk and honk. He's gotten so disgusting with it, I don't like to go home to visit because his and my stepmother's room is right across the hall. He gets so noisy I feel like taking a lethal weapon to his bedside to finish him off.

I haven't, so far.
Trepkostrepkos on July 13th, 2004 10:39 am (UTC)
Your dad isn't Indian is he?
My dad is, and when he came to stay once, he did that coughing and choking thing every morning, and I thought it was just him, but when we went to India, nearly all the men seemed to do it every morning! Maybe its just people who smoke too much?
kaydee23kaydee23 on July 13th, 2004 10:48 am (UTC)
No, he's not Indian, but he is a smoker.
tooperplex on July 13th, 2004 07:11 am (UTC)
default subject, then
According to your last postings, you went through some rough times... but I'm thinking, if you managed to survive the ultimate life experience of purchasing a swimsuit, then you must be doing a whole lot better. Which, very selfish of me, I know, I know! makes me very happy. Came across a rec for your Season Noir... and that's all I've been doing for a week, at work: reading it. Yes, at work. Trick is, frowning. Frowning always work, especially when you add a touch of pissiness. People actually apologize for the interruption when they walk into my office. I should be ashamed of myself. Ah, where's guilt when you need it?

Except I'm done with the last installment now and I'm experiencing major withdrawal. I chewed on all your other stories, but I now I really need a fix... what if I start shaking behind my desk? Sweating, even, me that never sweats? We might be talking about ruined mascara here -- nasty image. What will people think?

Anyway, I'm taking next week off. Not risking my job here, no no no.

(And I guess all I'm saying is, I'm enjoying reading you immensely. I'm glad you found your way back to words -- I know how they can elude you when you're not doing well...)
The Alpha Betadiluvian on July 13th, 2004 12:48 pm (UTC)
Migod! Our old below-us neighbor is now near you! I'm so sorry.

We christened him Ralph because of the noises...
Pamgoosegirl9 on July 13th, 2004 01:00 pm (UTC)
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Maybe he's been licking hairy balls?

*giggles, runs away*