fun fact: I hate ice cream trucks
even when they play some mad beats.
when I moved to the hammer it was the beginning of summer and because I was looking for a job at the time I was home a lot of afternoons and the building I lived in with my then-bf was shaped like a U, with the parking lot for the building in the middle, and our apartment faced the inside of this parking lot, three stories up.
which wasn't so bad most of the time, generally neighbours were quiet and we didn't have to hear the street sounds from outside, and it was kinda nice to get the lights from the parking lot that came in through the blinds in the middle of the night so you never stubbed yr toe in the dark on the way to the bathroom.
what really sucked though was in the middle of the day mon-fri during the summer there was this goddamn ice cream truck that used to drive into the parking lot, park there, and play its music all bloody afternoon.
this drove me almost completely insane and by the time my then-bf got home I was way more of a basket case than usual because I'd been listening to scary ice-cream versions of childrens songs all day through closed windows.
don't worry, I didn't live there very long.
