The Screamer

I want W. back.

W. being the girl who used to live upstairs. Remember the one who used to come asking to use our phone all the time. Well, I miss her. When she lived here she came to my door at least 2-3 times a week looking to use our phone. I’d get woken up at 7am by her and her boyfriend trying to kill and outscream each other. I’d have her hanging out down here from time to time telling me what an asshole her boyfriend is… but I was never woken up at 3:30am by her moaning.

7am, fine… it’s about time to get my ass out of bed anyway. Plus, as horrible as it was for them, their fights were usually pretty entertaining. Even if they were sort of scary sometimes. 3:30am though? Fuck that…

Now that W. has moved out, her ex-bf J. has managed to weasle his way into some other girls heart, and her panties… and my GOD is she a screamer. I wish they’d hurry up and get to the point where he screams at her and smacks her around at 7am before leaving for work. Then maybe the sex will stop and I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep.

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3 comments

  1. Haha I’ll keep my moaner thanks!! We don’t have any screaming children around, thankfully. Although it seems that there is a ridiculous amount of pregnant women in my building at the moment! In a few months I’ll probably feel like I live in a nursery.

    The guy upstairs is nice but he’s LOUD and his friends are all hoodlums. He’s one of the remaining renters after the units in this building went for sale. Hoping they’ll somehow get him to move so a nice quiet family will move in there.

  2. I’ll trade you a moaner for a screaming child…..

  3. Gawd, your neighbours sound awful…

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