Holy crap! I can't believe I forgot to do this yesterday! I am so sorry. It just completely slipped my mind.
Today's Lyrical Challenge from Rick. The song is "Nights in White Satin" from The Moody Blues.
My dearest Noelle,
We've had a rocky relationship at best. And it's time to put this animosity to rest.
I met you nearly two years ago when Katie and I first moved in to our new home. You were also relatively new to your home. You had just moved in with your roommate, Kathy, in the unit next to ours about a week prior.
You would think this might mean we'd get along famously. We had so much in common as it was. We were both first-time homeowners. We both moved in within a week of each other. We live right next door to each other. Hell, our townhouses share a common walk-up. Plus, we get along very well with each other's spouse/roommate. I get along with Kathy and you get along with Katie.
So why not us? Why do you hate me so?
Anytime I am near you, I feel nothing but pure hatred seep out of the very core of your being. You eye me as though I was the enemy. You back away anytime I'm near. All you do is whine and complain when I come by to see Kathy.
To be perfectly honest, I can hear you moan when I enter my own place with no intention of visiting you or Kathy whatsoever.
Many times, I have held out my hand in a gesture of peace. I try to be nice to you. I always talk nicely to you. I've never said a bad word whatsoever about you despite your obvious mistrust of me.
So why are you such a bitch? That's right, I did it. I called you the five-letter "B" word. A violent reaction? Perhaps. But, in nearly two years of living next door to each other and you burning every olive branch I extend, I think I'm in the right calling you by that name.
I'm really tired of how poorly you treat me.
I'm sick of the griping.
I'm sick of the evil eye.
I'm tired of looking out in my backyard only to see you looking back at me.
That's just creepy.
Stop.
What's it going to take?
Do I have to keep a flippin' MilkBone in my pocket to make you like me?
Stupid dog.
Your pissed-off neighbor,
Kevin
This is the third in a series of four lyrical challenge response posts. Today's post, suggested by Rick, was tied in third place with five votes. The remaining winner is:
- "I hope you know that this will go down in your permanent record" from "Kiss Off" by the Violent Femmes suggested by Karl (six votes)
I will complete Karl's challenge on Thursday, September 21, if I actually remember to do it this time.
