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Originally posted by ABBAKiss
So, Friday night I get together with some sorority sisters and eventually we hook up with Commando Boy and some of his friends at a local bar that I have been to all of once before. Guess who else is at the bar: the ex Mr. Kiss. Nice. Truly fantastic. Of all the bars, why did you have to walk into mine.
Yada, yada, yada I proceed to become severely intoxicated and invite people over for an afterbar. Guess what I forgot? My keys. What to do, what to do. I KNOW!!!!! I will ask Commando Boy to break in! So he does!!!! Then we have a loud afterbar! It takes until 7 p.m. the next day to get the door fixed!!!!
My neighbors really hate me. They really, really hate me.
I. AM. AWESOME.
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Dear Ms. ABBA Kiss,
I am not sure if you are aware of the fact that our walls are quite thin. Unfortunately, despite your best efforts to keep your pre-dawn social gathering quiet, I'm afraid that I heard every word (and, shockingly, even the piano playing) through the thin walls and your (broken) open door. I know that you do not wish to be rude, Ms. Kiss and I am just as surprised as you are that those sounds would carry. I guess that quality workmanship is a thing of the past.
All that I request of you in the future is that you keep in mind the fact that some of us have to work for a living. As much as I would like to lead the carefree lifestyle of a bar-hopping, party girl, I fear that I lack your endurance. And that 7:00 alarm clock is a bit hard to deal with after a night of tossing and turning to the sounds of other people having a good time (that one woman, the one who kept moaning, seemed to be having a particularly good time - great for her!). As soon as I win the lottery, I would be happy to join in and party with you and your crazy friends (assuming that I would be invited). Until that time, please shut the fuck up.
Sincerely,
Miss Mousey
