...Send me no dream,
Because I can't sleep
While your clothes get clean.
Hrummmmm, Hrummmmm, Hrummmmm.
I love my apartment, but the guy next door is making it a living hell.
I mentioned the problem in the last post. My neighbor on the other side of my bedroom wall who is a fucking clean freak about his clothes. And since his washing machine is undoubtedly on its last leg, all I hear is drone, drone drone of his fucking washing machine motor through my walls.
This, perhaps, isn't as bad as the steak mutilators, the 'gina washers or the fryolator fuckheads back at Bellagio but it's more tragic in that it's regarding an apartment I truly love.
What ever will I do?
Because I can't sleep
While your clothes get clean.
Hrummmmm, Hrummmmm, Hrummmmm.
I love my apartment, but the guy next door is making it a living hell.
I mentioned the problem in the last post. My neighbor on the other side of my bedroom wall who is a fucking clean freak about his clothes. And since his washing machine is undoubtedly on its last leg, all I hear is drone, drone drone of his fucking washing machine motor through my walls.
This, perhaps, isn't as bad as the steak mutilators, the 'gina washers or the fryolator fuckheads back at Bellagio but it's more tragic in that it's regarding an apartment I truly love.
What ever will I do?