Tuesday Aug 19, 2003

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so my roommates friends moved into the third floor of my building and my life has quickly turned into a punk rock vegan co-op version of everybody's favorite nbc thursday night friends...its driving me crazy. kids coming and going as if they own the place, leaving doors open, sprawled all over my couch when i want to watch baseball...i hate to be a whiner, but i want my home back...
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juliana:
kick them the fuck out!

...ok, no really,

If his (her?) friends moved into what had previously only been your building, then what's wrong with keeping all the partying in their place ONLY?

I know how it feels to not want to be the wet blanket in party central. but only primitives party in other people's houses and are inconsiderate of those who actually reside there. why aren't they getting the fuck off your couch when you want to watch baseball??

anyway. thanks for the comments you left on my page before i left. it's nice to know that even strangers can care about what's going on with you.
koleeta:
HEY! that reminds me of my friend Cheryl's place...we'd have parties and people would be in and out like it was a free hotel. I never stayed there but I've heard numerous stories of them waking up and wondering who these people are in our house. I don't think that was worded right, but you know what I mean. Maybe you should get away for awhile...or lay down the law, any kind of law...like if you don't pay, you don't get to stay.

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