...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:

First draft of letter to apartment management )
For the second night in a row, 10:30ish PM means blaring stereo and screaming matches and repeated door-slamming from downstairs, and blaring stereo from next door.

The ones next door, i.e. CH's pad, actually had their stereo cranked so loud at one point that it wasn't just the usual bass pounding the walls and rattling the windows. No, we could actually clearly hear the vocals of whatever was currently being blasted. You couldn't make them out, but you could hear them in every room of our apartment through the living room wall.

Naturally, when I slammed my fist as hard as I could on said wall, they responded by turning it up.

We pay 600 bucks a month for management to continue promising to do something about this, and never actually doing so. It's really sad.

I can't wait till we get out of here. Did you know I'm literally afraid to go outside of the apartment on my own these days? It's true. CH tried to sneak up behind mecha on the stairs once, who knows what she might decide to try on me someday.
Front door locked... hallway blockaded with laundry bags that crinkle loudly whenever moved... phone and butcher knife on my desk... yeah, I think I'm ready to be home alone next-door to the crazy lady who first threatened mechamom while appearing quite eager to push said mechamom down the stairs, then tried to sneak up behind mecha on the landing.

You think I'm kidding, don't you.

ABRUPT SEGUE TIME! Making animations for The Sims is HARD.
[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "So there's this guy a couple buildings over who lets his dog go out on his balcony... this being VERY against complex rules. The dog literally craps onto the patio of the people below, barking hysterically all the while. Thing is, the guy leaves his balcony door OPEN, so if you get near the dog runs back inside -- meaning that if we were to call the office and complain, when they came they would find no evidence whatsoever."
[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "So mecha snuck out onto our balcony while it was barking... and got pictures and video of the dog out there."
[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "pwned."
Apparently I was mistaken about the events of last night. See, it wasn't the neighbor that yelled and swore at mechamom. Mechamom yelled and swore at her.

Also, mecha and I have "a second couple" living in our apartment.

It's a good thing Calumniating Harpy told the office all this, or else I wouldn't've known! I wonder where we're keeping that second couple. Closet? Oh, I bet the little attic thing above the closet. That must be it.

Sorry, CH, but we are the ones who filed a police report on you. You can bring all the spurious complaints to the office that you please, but until you've got the guts to try filing a false police report, I think somehow that our case is a bit more solid.
[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "Mechamom and mecha were talking in hall outside, kids next door were coming up the stairs while they talked, mechamom mentioned to mecha that we should tell the office if people next door did the stereo thing again, kids went into apartment, apparently told their mom what mechamom had said... woman comes out of apartment, yells profanities at mechamom and threatens her."
[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "Mechamom called the courtesy officer, he said to call the cops, so she called the cops and they're on their way over. Supposedly this will get neighbors evicted!"
When 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.
Dear neighbors:

If I am literally a foot away from being as far from your side of the building as I can be, and I can still feel your audibly blaring bass through my chair, that is a sign that you need to TURN IT THE FUCK DOWN.

Hate,

me.

Profile

blarg

January 2016

S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 29th, 2025 01:24 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios