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  <title>all you need is love.</title>
  <subtitle>Jinju So</subtitle>
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    <name>Jinju So</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-01T09:37:16Z</updated>
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    <title>To the woman outside my window:</title>
    <published>2008-03-01T09:35:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-01T09:37:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know if you're upstairs or downstairs or across the street, but &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; your voice can carry.&amp;nbsp; If it wasn't for your utterly vomit-inducing singing past the darkest hours of the night and into the morning, I would applaud your efforts.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, some of us want to sleep.&amp;nbsp; I have tried numerous times to drown your terrible voice out with equally obnoxious music, I have tried &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt; for you by going downstairs into the foyer, I have tried &lt;i&gt;screaming&lt;/i&gt; at you to shut the fuck up, but none of this has worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally you only do this on Wednesday nights, why, oh &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; couldn't you instead get drunk on Tuesdays when I need to stay up doing thesis work &lt;i&gt;anyway&lt;/i&gt;???&amp;nbsp; No, instead, you choose the middle of the week, which is inconvenient not only to me but to everyone else in my building.&amp;nbsp; I have contemplated changing my wireless network's name to "PLEASE, SHUT THE FUCK UP DRUNK LADY" but alas, it does not allow long winded titles.&amp;nbsp; I don't even know if you have wireless internet.&amp;nbsp; For all I know, you are some homeless woman who finds her way into my building every Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, not tonight, it's Friday.&amp;nbsp; And I heard you come up the stairs.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, that's right, I know you broke your heel on your way up.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure you live in the apartment right above mine.&amp;nbsp; That's right, if you don't stop soon, I'm going to march my ass up there and slap you in your stupid drunk face.&amp;nbsp; If you want to sing so badly, I can recommend a number of karaoke bars that will get you drunk AND let you sing badly in front of an equally drunk and enthusiastic audience.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you might ask what I'm doing at home on a Friday night, and perhaps my social life is not as booming as yours is, but seeing as how you've been doing this every Wednesday for the past two months, I don't think you can even argue this.&amp;nbsp; Maybe you don't have a job, or school, or anything to do on Thursday mornings, but THE REST OF US DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mystery drunk woman who yells inaudible lyrics so that the entire building can hear at 4:30 am, I am at my last wits now and I can't stand to be awake anymore so please, &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, for the love of god, shut the fuck up.</content>
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