1. I hate how I could hear every Freaking song/movie soundtrack the upstairs neighbor listens to when I'm at my desk. And out of all the Freaking songs in the world, the song I hear the most these days (lyrics and beats and all) = Gangnam Style. Just when it's about dead. Sometimes it's on repeat. I. Freaking. Hate. It.
2. I hate how I could hear her Freaking iPhone (yes I could very clearly tell she has an iPhone) buzz. It buzzes for EVERYTHING -- calls (and she never picks it up right away), text messages (it buzzes twice), and alarms (patterned buzzes). Sometimes it buzzes WAY too early in the morning. The oh-so-Freaking-beautiful sound resonates throughout my room. And bathroom. Way too early in the Freaking morning.
3. I hate how I can't do nothin' about it. On the first day we moved in, Jen's sister went upstairs to ask for a tool and she saw all these witchcraft/goth decor. Last week, I found out a very interesting statistic -- Redlands has one of the highest percentages of people practicing witchcraft. Coincidence? I think Freaking not.
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