So I have this downstairs neighbor who lives directly underneath me who I’ve actually never seen before. But I know that someone lives there because there’s a futon that you can clearly see when the blinds are disheveled. Anyway, I actually hear him talking in a semi-normal voice down from his apartment, and I am so freaked out right now.
I can’t even imagine how much he hates Matt and I and probably our cats for all the noise we make up here, yelling and throwing things and our 20 pound cats always jumping off of things, blending things at 2 am, and the most embarrassing of all, having sex EXTREMELY loudly because honestly we usually don’t care.
SO. FREAKED. OUT.