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May. 14th, 2009
Someone outside my window is very loudly and very passionately playing an electric piano. He's very good (for a moment there, I thought CreepyNeighbour had developed better taste in music) but the house is shaking. In retaliation, CreepyNeighbour has upped the volume of the TV.
Oddly enough, STFU Charlie is quiet for once. Either his barking has been drowned out by the rest of the noise, or he's cowering under the bed in terror, or CreepyNeighbour had him put down.
Oddly enough, STFU Charlie is quiet for once. Either his barking has been drowned out by the rest of the noise, or he's cowering under the bed in terror, or CreepyNeighbour had him put down.
Someone outside my window is very loudly and very passionately playing an electric piano. He's very good (for a moment there, I thought CreepyNeighbour had developed better taste in music) but the house is shaking. In retaliation, CreepyNeighbour has upped the volume of the TV.
Oddly enough, STFU Charlie is quiet for once. Either his barking has been drowned out by the rest of the noise, or he's cowering under the bed in terror, or CreepyNeighbour had him put down.
Oddly enough, STFU Charlie is quiet for once. Either his barking has been drowned out by the rest of the noise, or he's cowering under the bed in terror, or CreepyNeighbour had him put down.