will I complain about not having a life.
Because my neighbors (other neighbors, not the ones with the b-day party and the horrid music) have taught me the real meaning of having no life. They've been out on the balcony since this morning, and what a wonderful sight it is, that of 10 guys in shorts, drinking beer and applauding the passersby. The postman was the most successful act of the day, he was acclaimed for two minutes or so, followed closely by some girl with a huge green backpack and the DHL guy.
I can only hope they won't make a habit out of it.
Because my neighbors (other neighbors, not the ones with the b-day party and the horrid music) have taught me the real meaning of having no life. They've been out on the balcony since this morning, and what a wonderful sight it is, that of 10 guys in shorts, drinking beer and applauding the passersby. The postman was the most successful act of the day, he was acclaimed for two minutes or so, followed closely by some girl with a huge green backpack and the DHL guy.
I can only hope they won't make a habit out of it.
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