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Feb. 27th, 2005 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
napoleonherselfWhen we got home just now from getting food, the neighbors had their stereo so loud that you could hear the lyrics from all the way across my bedroom and bathroom. You can almost make them out in the bathroom... actually, probably someone else would've, but I am notoriously bad at making out lyrics.
Then they literally turned it down just as I finished dialing to phonepost the noise. I swear by several randomly-chosen gods that they KNOW when we are about to respond in some way to their assholeness. Call the office? Boom, instantly turned down. Try to record? Same thing.
At least it wasn't rap. Sounded like angry-white-boy rock stuff.
Now it's just to the point where if I turn my own music up a bit louder than I'd like, I can only barely hear their bass. Which makes it a good day in terms of how loud they have it.
Bastards.
Then they literally turned it down just as I finished dialing to phonepost the noise. I swear by several randomly-chosen gods that they KNOW when we are about to respond in some way to their assholeness. Call the office? Boom, instantly turned down. Try to record? Same thing.
At least it wasn't rap. Sounded like angry-white-boy rock stuff.
Now it's just to the point where if I turn my own music up a bit louder than I'd like, I can only barely hear their bass. Which makes it a good day in terms of how loud they have it.
Bastards.
