shibari, or "at the end of my rope"

I usually only read the missed connections on craigslist (i'm obsessed with them) but out of boredom and the desire to calm myself down i read some of the cheap sex posts. People mentioned being into "shibari" so i looked it up to see what it was. it's japanese style shiatsu bondage. It's actually quite interesting and fairly artistic to look at, though not really my bag.

the point is

That's how i feel right now, at the end of my rope.

As most of you know i live with my sister. We live in a duplex next to this couple with two young kids. They're indie, like the rest of us, tattoos and band tshirts and what not. The thing is when we first moved in they came over like five times to tell us that we were too loud and to blame us for waking their kid up. Maybe i'm cynical but i learned a long time ago that the world is not fair. If the young couple with kids want to tell on us the landlord is undoubtedly gonna believe them. Now my sister and i were not getting along when we first moved in and we were fighting, for which i apologize. However, we were not trying to make their lives harder, we were having a hard time ourselves. Anyway, we got over it and after a few more weeks we figured out that the kid cries ALL THE TIME!!! During the day, at night, for no good reason. Not only does the kid cry, but she doesn't stop crying. She cries for like a half hour at a time with no break. They have been planning on moving out since we moved in so we have been trying to bide our time till they do and everything will be OK. I just found out yesterday that they are breaking up, moving to different places. Now i'm really scared because they are probably two really unhappy people right now. They hate the landlord and they hate us and they probably hate the world, and that's understandable cause they are going through hard times. That makes them dangerous cause they have nothing to lose. If they want to trash us to the landlord on their way out there would be nothing to stop them. I have been screwed alot in my life. I tend to get the shaft for no good reason other than to teach me that life is hard. So even though i know it is not our fault, i don't have a lot of faith in that fact saving us in any way. We did fight tonight and we shouldn't have. Half the fucking reason we are fighting is because i don't think my sister is being cautious enough in tiptoeing around them. Also her friend always stays the night. Boyfriends are one thing, that is just part of the roommate package. I am really sick of her fucking couch house guest, though. I'm also really gunshy after the golfcourse incident. I am at the end of my rope, to restate. The upside is martin is coming probably next weekend. I didn't think i was that interested in him anymore, but i am really excited.