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Thursday, June 23, 2005

noise pollution

You know what I said about my neighbours singing at the top of their lungs with the windows open? Cut that. Their windows are closed. You know how I know? I opened my window in the hope of recording their atrocious "singing" and I discovered that all the windows are closed. And just as I made this discovery, the female started singing (Did I say singing? Yelling more like. Or crying. Or screeching.) along to Britney Spears' "Oops I Did It Again". That totally did it for me. I collapsed in helpless laughter. Ooohh my aching stomache.

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