Last night, I may have slightly overdid it at the gym. No injury, but I'm still feeling wiped and shakey the next day. This meant I was pretty tightly wound and cranky last night (apologies to the stich and bitchers who had to put up with me being surly while ironing).
I broke two sewing machine needles sewing the belt loops on the utility belt before I figured out what not to do.
Around 11, as I was finishing up the sewing, I heard from outside somewhere and angry, at least slightly drunken male voice scream "Shut the god damned door!", followed by the clear sound of a slap, skin on skin, and an adult female voice shouting "Ow!" I went out on the balcony to try to figure out where the sound was coming from, but I couldn't hear anything else.
This morning, there was a note up in the elevator about a man trying to get into our building, having threatened someone who wouldn't let him in that he'd "be back".
Some days, I think I don't own enough weaponry.
I broke two sewing machine needles sewing the belt loops on the utility belt before I figured out what not to do.
Around 11, as I was finishing up the sewing, I heard from outside somewhere and angry, at least slightly drunken male voice scream "Shut the god damned door!", followed by the clear sound of a slap, skin on skin, and an adult female voice shouting "Ow!" I went out on the balcony to try to figure out where the sound was coming from, but I couldn't hear anything else.
This morning, there was a note up in the elevator about a man trying to get into our building, having threatened someone who wouldn't let him in that he'd "be back".
Some days, I think I don't own enough weaponry.
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*hugs*
Morons.
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Which doesn't really make me feeling better.
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You keep posting, or I'll have to come hunt down your body - and I really don't wanna do that :(
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And I think that I'm going to start being more careful about locking the door when I'm at home. (Well, making sure that it's closed, for one!)
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I once had to call the cops because someone in the building I was living in for one summer in Boston was being beaten (and I can still hear that horrible sound in my head). It was frightening.
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Apparently the note-leaver didn't call the police either - the note mentioned regretting not calling.
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And you weren't surly, just a lot more quiet than usual.