TO MY NEIGHBOR ON THE LEFT SIDE

While I appreciate the Bee Gees like any red-blooded American, I do not need the Bee Gees playing for most of the day like you do. But I’ve accepted this about you. This is your self-care, I guess.

Also, your cooking smells amazing, whatever it is. We’re all stuck inside and I’ve smelled many people’s dinner lately, but I think yours is the best. 

Do you draw strength from the Bee Gees? I have on occasion. 

How deep is your love / How deep is your love / I really mean to learn

TO MY NEIGHBOR ON THE RIGHT SIDE

Look buddy, I don’t give a shit about how stir-crazy we all are. It does not give you permission to rebuild a bed frame or whatever the fuck you’re hitting with a hammer at 2am. Fuck you I don’t give a fuck.  

TO MY NEIGHBOR BELOW ME

I’m truly sorry I have mass and that I drop things sometimes I am a flawed and imperfect person and sometimes I drop my blow dryer because it slips and whenever I do I am consumed with guilt because I know we’re all stuck at home right now and you deserve quiet as much as I do and you deserve respect and love and I can’t give that to you all I can do is try my best to not touch the floor *deep breath*. Nice to meet you.

TO MY NEIGHBOR ABOVE ME

You’re my favorite. You are made of clouds and blue and grey. You shine sun through my window and sometimes you throw in a breeze for effect. Your stunning chromatic displays never cease to amaze me. I hope this doesn’t sound creepy, but I often stare at you at night. You’re just so beautiful. 

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