I wish those crazy neighbors would call rather than just barge into the apartment looking for their friends. Sure, I think the phone is annoying, but calling your friend at two in the morning is still better than intruding in someone else's living space at two in the afternoon. (No wonder one of my future roommates is slowly going insane--she has to live with them.)
Do you ever having one of those days where you can't say anything and it's not due to a lack of trying? It's not that I'm off in la-la land or that I was thinking of something else and surprised when someone asks me something. It's just that I want to say something and all that comes out of my mouth are nonsense syllables. It's as if there's a faulty connection between my brain and my mouth--sort of like having garbled TV reception.
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Addendum:
How come whenever I read back on the various answers to the Thursday meme, people aren't even trying to be interesting? It's as if they're sleepwalking through the questions. At least I try to be (to some degree) funny, sarcastic, or unusual. I vow next week to have weird answers, or at least try to (most of the time, the questions themselves aren't conducive for weirdness). Of course, no one ever reads my answers so I might as well not do it at all.
