5.IV.2003 :::: 16.03

np: the velvet underground, �who loves the sun?�

last night i did a brave thing & it was this: i went down the stairs at 4.27 in the morning to ask the neighbors to turn off their stereo. it took them forever to open the door & when they finally did they were wrapped up in bedsheets.

i suppose that if i were not the kind of woman who gets paid to talk about sex & to see ladies wearing only little paper dresses, the situation would have been more uncomfortable. also i was too tired to care much.

i do wonder however what sort of people really like getting it on, in the tiniest hours of the night, listening to death metal?