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Butterfly Sunshine
2004-01-06|12:06 a.m.
I think the guy in the apartment above me has size 25 feet. Several times a day the vents above my stove rattle uncontrollably as a very loud pounding sound makes it's way across the apartment. Each time I hear it, I expect a "Fe fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman!" to follow. (so far that has not happened.)I don't think that he ever sleeps either. It does not matter if it is 3am, 8am, 2pm, 8pm, or midnight (I have not actually timed it, but if I did I am sure those would be the times).
So did I really just make a Jack and the Beanstalk joke above? Christ, there is really something wrong with me.
