Friday, August 03, 2007

To The Person That Lives Above Me

I'm sorry you're moving out. I feel like I'm losing an old friend. I don't know what I'm going to do now late at night when I'm trying to go to sleep. Your frantic, frenzied footfalls will no longer keep me awake as you suddenly decide you must do, whatever it is you do, NOW, as fast and furiously as possible. I can only hope you'll endear yourself upon your new neighbors as you have to me. Or maybe they'll just buy you a clock so you won't be surprised. Every. Single. Night.

But you know what's weird? I won't miss you. Because, you know, I'll be asleep and all.

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