Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings
I am half convinced that the crazy always stems during the weekends. It must be all the beer drinking and partying that creates the crazy. Previously I reported on an abusive ex-boyfriend with his profanity laden ex, and this week more crazy happened.
I believe this time it was a different couple. Guy wanted his Girl to ‘go home’. I never quite got the premise of their quarrel, but the Guy kept going on and on about getting the Girl to go home. There was a lull for a while, and the Guy exploded along the lines of ‘YOU WERE WRONG AND YOU KNOW IT!’ Girl retorted back: ‘Don’t fucking say that I was wrong when you fucking know I wasn’t.’ Guy continued to insist she goes home.
Then it stopped. Thank god.
This morning, from somewhere through the multiple cracks and crevices of my apartment, I heard a couple having sex. The girl was just shrieking. I’m guessing it’s downstairs. It’s been happening for a while now, and why they want to have sex in the morning with morning breath and all just baffles me. Oh well, to each their own.
