Love thy neighbor

And I really did, until she got a new boyfriend and better stereo.

He’s there every weekend now, arriving friday with backpack in tow and not leaving until monday. I know. Our apartments are tiny and very old. Or charming and cozy, depending which story I’m telling.

This guy’s a loud talker and I’m already bored with his lectures. Apparently he knows everything about music and thinks I wanna know too. We both have all our doors and windows open and I used to love that. But as they journey from cd to cd, whether I want to or not, I hear music plus every stupid thing he tells her. Imagine sharing a house, or having a roommate that you never even wanted. The days of loving my quaint little place are over, until they are.