Is there anything worse than knowing other people are having sex when you’re not?

My downstairs neighbors are. I know, because I can hear. My bathroom is above their bedroom. Despite their best efforts to cover up their luvvvvv makin’ with such hits as “My Boo” and “How Deep Is Your Love?” I know what they are up to.

And it pisses me off.

I shouldn’t be cranky, considering I spent last night at Mark’s, but I am.

Guess I’ll be running errands tonight after all. So help me God, if they are still going at it in an hour or two, I may cry.