Oh, no, it's okay. I wasn't trying to sleep this morning. No, just do whatever you want. Fucking bitch! I'm so tired of this constant crap. Have you ever lived underneath someone who is moving in or out, or under a place that's being renovated? That's what it's like here all the time!
It started at 9:00 and it's still going at 1:03. What the hell could a person be doing that would necessitate such constant noise? I don't get it. You know, even though our neighbor downstairs is an inconsiderate moron, I still take care not to slam things on my floors, walk hard or make noise late at night or early in the morning. How am I the bad guy for expecting the same from the "person" (4'11 Mexican elephant) upstairs from me? And she's STILL at it. What the hell?
I need to start an apartment commission in this state and start putting regulations on people. Mandatory martial arts training, mandatory college degree, mandatory classes in apartment etiquette, and mandatory eviction after three noise complaints. We've levied seventeen on our downstairs neighbor since June, and he still lives there, and he still blares his radio out of his window 24/7.
Literally, do you know what it's like not to have a home? We don't have a home, we have walls that enclose us that act as a constant source of stress. Our neighbors to the left and right are perfect. I think I've heard the guy to our left once when he was having sex, and we just turned our TV up a little and giggled. However, I have my AC on and my TV cranked and she's still overbearing. It's all the damn pounding, it's like she's laying down new carpet up there every day.
I don't know. I'm pissed, so yes, this was sporadic and incoherent. You wouldn't know that I'm a writer by reading this, but I guess being eloquent while this fucking enraged is a little unrealistic.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Another Day for You and Me in Paradise.
What? Oh no, I wasn't trying to relax at 10:00 tonight. No, go ahead and pound away at whatever you want, Josetta, or whatever your name is.
I mean really. What the hell is wrong with some people? Okay, I guess there's some catching up needed here. Last June, my fiancee moved into a place in Linden Hills Minneapolis. It's a nice place in the middle of a really nice neighborhood. I guess you could say that it stays brighter a little later here (that's a David Cross reference if you missed it). I was soon to move in. The first thing the both of us noticed was what sounded like some sort of earthquake going on upstairs once a day for about an hour or two. It's followed by what sounds like a couch being moved back and forth across the floor for the next hour or so. And then it culminates with loud, annoying Spanish music that is accompanied by what we later found out was the woman practicing her dance routines. She walks like she's a camel on steroids, even though she's about 4'11 and must weigh as much as a small book that's soaking wet. She wakes us up every morning at around six, except on weekends. And during the Summer, she would wake us up earlier. She does so my clomping around on her floors in what must be twelve inch heels, running her blender and it sounds like she's renovating both her kitchen and her bedroom whenever she's in either.
The irony of it all is that she's a substitute teacher who barely speaks a word of English, so you try reasoning with her.
This continued. We tried talking to her about it. We tried talking to the landlord about it. And both to no avail at all. This has been the way of things for almost a year. Tonight, after a peaceful day, except for my downstairs neighbor who blares his radio out of his window 24/7. Then the bitch came home, and since, there's been no peace at all. It's now 10:27 and it seems like things quieted do.... Never mind - there it is again. She was just in her bedroom doing things where we can't hear her over our air conditioner. Oh, that's right, I forgot to mention that part. We leave our air conditioner on all winter long because it's the only thing we can do to drown her out that won't disturb our other neighbors. Yeah, I know right? Who cares about that sort of thing?
I personally think that martial arts training should be mandatory for all apartment livers. That way they learn not to walk with their heels and to have respect enough for people not to slam everything they can whenever they can, when just shutting things or placing things on their floor would be sufficient.
What a douche she is. In fact, I don't think there are enough bags on this planet to hold all of the douche in that little Mexican, exercise-freak's body.
Thank you for being witness to my rant. I'm sure there will be more to come.
I mean really. What the hell is wrong with some people? Okay, I guess there's some catching up needed here. Last June, my fiancee moved into a place in Linden Hills Minneapolis. It's a nice place in the middle of a really nice neighborhood. I guess you could say that it stays brighter a little later here (that's a David Cross reference if you missed it). I was soon to move in. The first thing the both of us noticed was what sounded like some sort of earthquake going on upstairs once a day for about an hour or two. It's followed by what sounds like a couch being moved back and forth across the floor for the next hour or so. And then it culminates with loud, annoying Spanish music that is accompanied by what we later found out was the woman practicing her dance routines. She walks like she's a camel on steroids, even though she's about 4'11 and must weigh as much as a small book that's soaking wet. She wakes us up every morning at around six, except on weekends. And during the Summer, she would wake us up earlier. She does so my clomping around on her floors in what must be twelve inch heels, running her blender and it sounds like she's renovating both her kitchen and her bedroom whenever she's in either.
The irony of it all is that she's a substitute teacher who barely speaks a word of English, so you try reasoning with her.
This continued. We tried talking to her about it. We tried talking to the landlord about it. And both to no avail at all. This has been the way of things for almost a year. Tonight, after a peaceful day, except for my downstairs neighbor who blares his radio out of his window 24/7. Then the bitch came home, and since, there's been no peace at all. It's now 10:27 and it seems like things quieted do.... Never mind - there it is again. She was just in her bedroom doing things where we can't hear her over our air conditioner. Oh, that's right, I forgot to mention that part. We leave our air conditioner on all winter long because it's the only thing we can do to drown her out that won't disturb our other neighbors. Yeah, I know right? Who cares about that sort of thing?
I personally think that martial arts training should be mandatory for all apartment livers. That way they learn not to walk with their heels and to have respect enough for people not to slam everything they can whenever they can, when just shutting things or placing things on their floor would be sufficient.
What a douche she is. In fact, I don't think there are enough bags on this planet to hold all of the douche in that little Mexican, exercise-freak's body.
Thank you for being witness to my rant. I'm sure there will be more to come.
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