My ears, my ears shall never recover!
Jan. 5th, 2009 05:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyDear Our Lady of Sorrow's new girl...whatever,
Short of banging on the wall and shrieking for you two to notice that you are not alone, I did all sorts of things to announce that I was in the damn room next to you, so your loud moaning, which beats the last blond, is really frickin' rude. Also, your theatrics are making me want to key your car. Just a thought. Luckily the gods, or possibly Widget, left me my headphones, just in time because even though I have the volume cranked up to a gazillion I can still hear you screaming, "YES!"
SHUT UP!
I can't go anywhere else to avoid the theatrics, short of going outside, because my room is on the other side of his and thus still shares a damn wall, the sound travels downstairs so the living room/kitchen would get the bed springs on top of her groaning, and just like that, I'm out of options. I'm not hiding out on the porch or in the laundry room, damn it. Shut the fuck up or take him back to your place.
If I turn the volume up any louder, I will go deaf for the rest of the day. You think I'm kidding? I'm not. The volume hurts and I'm not that old yet and I can still fucking hear her when the songs dip just a smidge. What. The. Hell?
Nyergh.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go blow out my eardrums again.
Short of banging on the wall and shrieking for you two to notice that you are not alone, I did all sorts of things to announce that I was in the damn room next to you, so your loud moaning, which beats the last blond, is really frickin' rude. Also, your theatrics are making me want to key your car. Just a thought. Luckily the gods, or possibly Widget, left me my headphones, just in time because even though I have the volume cranked up to a gazillion I can still hear you screaming, "YES!"
SHUT UP!
I can't go anywhere else to avoid the theatrics, short of going outside, because my room is on the other side of his and thus still shares a damn wall, the sound travels downstairs so the living room/kitchen would get the bed springs on top of her groaning, and just like that, I'm out of options. I'm not hiding out on the porch or in the laundry room, damn it. Shut the fuck up or take him back to your place.
If I turn the volume up any louder, I will go deaf for the rest of the day. You think I'm kidding? I'm not. The volume hurts and I'm not that old yet and I can still fucking hear her when the songs dip just a smidge. What. The. Hell?
Nyergh.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go blow out my eardrums again.
