Yesterday morning at the new house I was sitting on the couch and could here people yelling. As it turns out it was my next door neighbors. Occasionally I would catch a few words but mostly I could here yelling. I did open the door at one point to see where the yelling was coming from and overheard, "Your driving me crazy with the fucking yelling. Shut your fucking mouth." Damn, I couldn't have said it better myself.
Well, if you are peeing and they happen to be yelling you can here it from the toilet. Pretty clearly. Also if you are in the garage changing the laundry you can here everything. I mean it sounds like they are talking to you. "After work I'm going to pick my fucking car up so I can give you a fucking ride to work!"
As I'm righting this I think it sort of sounds as if I heard them one time and then walked around my house. No. I just happen to be in those different places at different times in the span of two days and heard them fighting every time. They mush fight around the clock. It seems worse at night. They were doing something over there when they were outside fighting. I have no idea what is was, but my theory is they were banging on our house. For whatever reason it sounded like someone was knocking around upstairs. So my heart stopped for about 3 seconds and then I could here the neighbors yelling really clearly without all that pesky noise my heart makes and realized they are probably just participating in a little domestic violence. That was a load off.
For real though Kyle did say that when he was moving things he heard the girl say, "You hit my nose." She was crying and her mom was there. I have no idea how old they are. I have never actually seen them. I have seen a couple of college age guys there come and go a million times. I have no idea who lives there. It is strange.
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."- Philip K. Dick
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 26, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I'm moving
As soon as we get back from vacation Kyle and I are moving. I'm having mixed feelings about the whole thing.
One one hand, I will be living in Austin, north Austin, but Austin never the less. I will be able to ride my bike to the library. Very cool. I will be able to ride the bus the very short distance to the grocery store. Tons of hike and bike trails. Fry's is like three blocks away. In short, very convenient.
On the other hand, I have to move. Just thinking about it is sucking. Packing, painting, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Since both houses belong to Kyle's parents there is no leave and let somebody else clean it for you. We will be doing all the cleaning. Not only will we have to clean the house we are going to move into, but are house that we live in right now, and another rent house in our neighborhood. It will be a lot of work. I don't know if you know this, but cleaning up after other people is the grossest thing on the face of the earth.
One one hand, I will be living in Austin, north Austin, but Austin never the less. I will be able to ride my bike to the library. Very cool. I will be able to ride the bus the very short distance to the grocery store. Tons of hike and bike trails. Fry's is like three blocks away. In short, very convenient.
On the other hand, I have to move. Just thinking about it is sucking. Packing, painting, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Since both houses belong to Kyle's parents there is no leave and let somebody else clean it for you. We will be doing all the cleaning. Not only will we have to clean the house we are going to move into, but are house that we live in right now, and another rent house in our neighborhood. It will be a lot of work. I don't know if you know this, but cleaning up after other people is the grossest thing on the face of the earth.
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