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napoleonherself...mainly because when the festivities started up in earnest about 45 minutes ago now I was just too pissed to be lazy anymore.
Thus, the publicly-available text of the crap I just churned out in between reading comics and working on sd:
As I write this, it is approximately 1:30 in the morning, and I am home alone while my roommate is at work. The neighbors in apartment G next to us appear to be having some form of shouting match, complete with occasional loud banging noises. At least four times in the past few minutes I have thought that someone was breaking in through our front door; each time it was a false alarm, perhaps the door of another apartment slamming or the nice folks next door throwing something extra-heavy.
This is the third night in the past week that I have been afraid merely to spend time in my own home. Though tonight is by far the worst, it is not an isolated incident. Angry voices coming clearly through the wall separating us from our neighbors; doors repeatedly slamming so hard that they literally rattle my bedroom window; these are becoming a nearly nightly occurrence. While the neighbors beneath us in apartment D are not blaring their stereo and joining in on the door-slamming, as they did twice earlier this week, our next-door neighbors are still quite capable of, on their own, ensuring that if I were planning to go to sleep, I would not be able to.
The gang of children (at least one of whom lives next door) often loitering in the hallway outside, spitting on the stairs and talking loudly about drug use, and attempting to intimidate any passers-by, I can overlook. The pounding music from next door during daylight hours, several times causing me terrible headaches, I can learn to live with. Even the (still unregistered?) dog beneath us, its yowling and whimpering echoing up through the master bathroom's shower for hours on end day and night, I can mostly ignore. But I am not sure why we are paying rent so that I can feel endangered whenever I do not have my roommate around for protection. I fear even stepping outside during the day merely to take out the trash. Naturally, late at night, alone, with the sound of yelling and door-slamming issuing from next door, I feel even more threatened.
It bewilders me that this situation has been allowed to go on for months. For months I have felt a prisoner in my own home, wondering each night if tonight will be the night that the woman who threatened to "take" my roommate's mother will come after me. For months I have had to let full trash bags sit in the kitchen for hours at a time, until my roommate is available to escort me to the dumpster, no matter how distasteful I find this arrangement. For months the management here has allowed an unsafe situation to continue, while happily taking our money and ducking our complaints.
I only wish my roommate and I had known the truth about Wyckford Commons before deciding to move here. We would have elected to live somewhere else, where management actually cared to enforce the rules and maintain a safe environment.
Thus, the publicly-available text of the crap I just churned out in between reading comics and working on sd:
As I write this, it is approximately 1:30 in the morning, and I am home alone while my roommate is at work. The neighbors in apartment G next to us appear to be having some form of shouting match, complete with occasional loud banging noises. At least four times in the past few minutes I have thought that someone was breaking in through our front door; each time it was a false alarm, perhaps the door of another apartment slamming or the nice folks next door throwing something extra-heavy.
This is the third night in the past week that I have been afraid merely to spend time in my own home. Though tonight is by far the worst, it is not an isolated incident. Angry voices coming clearly through the wall separating us from our neighbors; doors repeatedly slamming so hard that they literally rattle my bedroom window; these are becoming a nearly nightly occurrence. While the neighbors beneath us in apartment D are not blaring their stereo and joining in on the door-slamming, as they did twice earlier this week, our next-door neighbors are still quite capable of, on their own, ensuring that if I were planning to go to sleep, I would not be able to.
The gang of children (at least one of whom lives next door) often loitering in the hallway outside, spitting on the stairs and talking loudly about drug use, and attempting to intimidate any passers-by, I can overlook. The pounding music from next door during daylight hours, several times causing me terrible headaches, I can learn to live with. Even the (still unregistered?) dog beneath us, its yowling and whimpering echoing up through the master bathroom's shower for hours on end day and night, I can mostly ignore. But I am not sure why we are paying rent so that I can feel endangered whenever I do not have my roommate around for protection. I fear even stepping outside during the day merely to take out the trash. Naturally, late at night, alone, with the sound of yelling and door-slamming issuing from next door, I feel even more threatened.
It bewilders me that this situation has been allowed to go on for months. For months I have felt a prisoner in my own home, wondering each night if tonight will be the night that the woman who threatened to "take" my roommate's mother will come after me. For months I have had to let full trash bags sit in the kitchen for hours at a time, until my roommate is available to escort me to the dumpster, no matter how distasteful I find this arrangement. For months the management here has allowed an unsafe situation to continue, while happily taking our money and ducking our complaints.
I only wish my roommate and I had known the truth about Wyckford Commons before deciding to move here. We would have elected to live somewhere else, where management actually cared to enforce the rules and maintain a safe environment.
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Date: 2005-04-22 04:49 pm (UTC)I didn't realize the situation with your apartment was nearly that bad. Gah.
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Date: 2005-04-22 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-23 03:28 am (UTC)That should put the fear of god into them.