Anyone seen High Fidelity? Remember that scene where John Cusack and Iben Hjejle are lying bed overhearing Tim Robbins and one of his many female friends go at it? I now know that pain. We've had neighbors that got loud from time to time, but this is just sad.
First, each "session" thus far hasn't lasted more than five minutes. Seriously?! And I'm still reeling over the fact that I literally made my place on the livingroom couch after the beginning of round three. Given both the duration of each session combined with this dude's ridiculously short refractory period, I have come to the conclusion that I have sex-crazed teenagers living upstairs. Fantastic. Top it all off with this chick putting on an Oscar-worthy performance and an unnaturally squeaky bed and you've got yourself a pair of indecent, inconsiderate animals.
To make matters worse, the broad (I'm just assuming it is THE broad) starts cackling like a cracked out lunatic during their intermissions. I didn't even get the chance to doze off during one of their many smoke breaks.
I'm too tall to sleep on the couch for any reason whether it be a direct order or personal preference. Looks like I'll be up for a little while longer. After all, how long could this really go on, right?
... Damn, I hope I'm not dealing with teenagers here.
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