the entry of risque musings

it's a love-hate relationship with porous walls. it's hard trying to snooze when your neighbors are blaring their telly sets at eardrum-bursting, cacophonous decibels. but, on the other hand, it's an aural gratification when they are getting at it. hurray! live porn! 

of course, you get the notion that the male counterpart is easily excitable. after all, the sound of the showerhead getting turned on after a mere five minutes of ceaseless moaning always mark the end of another short-lived romping session.

so much better sharing walls with them than weird-eye-b**** who a. auditions for singing in her showers every night and still doesn't quite make the cut, b. shares her family drama with the rest of the neighborhood through her incessant quarrels.

in the meanwhile, i have been catching up on a past-time favorite sitcom. a particular line from a particular episode: "hi i’m rachel, is my sweater too tight? no? oh, i’d better wash it and shrink it!" guess what i am watching?? the hint's in the line.

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