my neighbors

man, sometimes I'm really glad I don't know my neighbors... like last night when I could hear a couple in the apartment next to me having sex. they weren't quiet about it. I mean, I had music on in the room and still heard them.

but the neighbor guy above me, "Brett", seems pretty cool... I hear him playing the guitar almost every night. he mostly just piddles around on the thing... can't say that I've heard him play any actual pieces that could constitute a song. maybe he's working his way up to a full song and just hasn't gotten there yet. or maybe he likes to tinker with scales and chords. or maybe he knows a lot of songs and just doesn't like to play them. he is playing right now. making up things about people you don't really know is good times. =) maybe I should get his phone number and make requests whenever I hear him playing... haha... Brett's apartment request line... it's a thought.

anyways... I've been waiting on Barry to get home from Oklahoma almost all day... (notice the difference between the scheduled times and the actual times)