I've got a new upstairs neighbor to replace the dead guy. It's been 4 months without anybody, and I've appreciated the silence. My paper-thin ceiling makes everything going on upstairs (and most things going on downstairs) audible from my apartment. I tune it out, but sometimes Emily comes over and reminds me of how loud it is. Like when the phone upstairs rings, and I don't do anything, and Emily's like "aren't you going to get that?" and I'm like "that's not even mine." That's how well the noise carries. I can hear entire conversations if I really keep quiet and concentrate.
Somehow the noise doesn't bother me at all. I'm what I'd call "considerate as fuck" to my neighbors, just cause I know how well the noise carries and I hate stepping on toes. That's basically the relationship I have with the world - tiptoeing.
But anyway, the new guy must be a smoker or something, because he was coughing his ass off for hours. That's what I came here to say, but I've written and re-written this thing for 30 minutes. I fucking love caffeine.
Posted by Ethan at March 4, 2003 04:41 PMI'm not sure which evil roomate number I hold, but I find it ironic that you're "considerate as fuck" to your neighbors who you don't even know, yet our sophomore year roomationship was so fucked up that we vowed never to speak of it again. not to mention you changing the TV channel on Lar all the time.
rereading that, it sounds more on the nasty side of the humorometer, but it's really supposed to be funny. so laugh, rummy, LAUGH!
Posted by: adam on March 5, 2003 08:31 AMNo dude, you've got it right. I'm much nicer to strangers than to friends and family. I can't explain it, but I'd rather fuck over a friend than someone I don't know. And it's the same situation with roommates.
Posted by: ethan on March 5, 2003 10:13 AM