jesus loves me this i know.

here's why. all day long i've been suffering through the embarassing, ten-decibel music party that the guy downstairs has been having with himself. hey ya! californication! snoop! drum and bass circa 1997!

the music party recently turned into an even louder barbecue at THE BOTTOM OF MY AIRSHAFT. shoot me. i responded by blasting london calling out my window at full volume, which at least had the unanticipated benefit of getting me to dance around my apartment. but then the album ended and i found my good mood evaporating to the tune of justin timberlake.

and then. . .a massive thunderstorm. barbecue over. praise the lord.

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[J]

Any time I have a BBQ at the bottom of my airshaft, a little Pepto generally does the trick. Hey Ya!, indeed.

Sorry. Couldn't resist.