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i will not let them beat me.
Mar. 2nd, 2010 09:02 amas the days go by, i hate my downstairs neighbors more and more. this makes me sad, because i don't like hating people. i will dislike the hell out of you, but please don't make me hate you. it is so toxic.
however. you'll be pleased to know that i no longer hold a grudge against them for their nationality. i've met too many really nice somalians lately that outshine these trolls under my floor. now i recognize them for what they are: just fkn irritating people, regardless of sex, race, age, or creed. all they are to me now are poltergeists, bundles of voices, thumpings, and downright inconsideration.
i woke up the other night at 2.30 to more bangings. and someone was spinning their wheels in the parking lot below my window. the ruffians below were throwing things back and forth to the wheel spinners; i could hear stuff hitting windows and walls. what's even worse: that parking lot is not ours. so not only are they pissing off our building, but i'm sure the neighboring building is annoyed too. i managed to get back to sleep, but i was still tired the next morning.
this is not uncommon. my quality of sleep is poor nowadays. i'm trying to combat it with quantity of sleep and go to bed sooner, but the 9-12 hours is when the noise is more consistent.
and all this week, they've been propping the front door open. there is a lock on the front door for a reason, bitches. THIS IS A SECURITY BUILDING. everytime i come to the door, there's a wooden wedge in it. sarah dropped me off on sunday and there it was again. i took the fkn thing and threw it across the yard.
but. i've given notice. as has S, the girl that lives below them. if i'm suffering this much from these assholes, i can't imagine what she's been going through these last few months. i hope she works third shift or stays with a boyfriend often or something. damn.
one more month. one more month. and then, in april, i start to shift over. and i won't lie to you, looking forward to living with sarah is a huge comfort. i hope i don't drive her crazy.
we've been looking at places. hard. we did 3 places on saturday and 8 on sunday. and in all of those, we found one really good one, and maybe a couple of "if we had no other choice" places. and there are more forthcoming.
and i've been looking around my apartment, sighing, knowing that i will miss things about it, knowing that there is so much to move and addresses to change and cleaning to keep up now that my apartment will be shown...but this is the best thing.
in the meantime...since they who haunt below seem to have late hours, i assume they're sleeping when i get up in the morning. which is why i went through my morning routine in hard-bottomed heels this morning.
heh.
however. you'll be pleased to know that i no longer hold a grudge against them for their nationality. i've met too many really nice somalians lately that outshine these trolls under my floor. now i recognize them for what they are: just fkn irritating people, regardless of sex, race, age, or creed. all they are to me now are poltergeists, bundles of voices, thumpings, and downright inconsideration.
i woke up the other night at 2.30 to more bangings. and someone was spinning their wheels in the parking lot below my window. the ruffians below were throwing things back and forth to the wheel spinners; i could hear stuff hitting windows and walls. what's even worse: that parking lot is not ours. so not only are they pissing off our building, but i'm sure the neighboring building is annoyed too. i managed to get back to sleep, but i was still tired the next morning.
this is not uncommon. my quality of sleep is poor nowadays. i'm trying to combat it with quantity of sleep and go to bed sooner, but the 9-12 hours is when the noise is more consistent.
and all this week, they've been propping the front door open. there is a lock on the front door for a reason, bitches. THIS IS A SECURITY BUILDING. everytime i come to the door, there's a wooden wedge in it. sarah dropped me off on sunday and there it was again. i took the fkn thing and threw it across the yard.
but. i've given notice. as has S, the girl that lives below them. if i'm suffering this much from these assholes, i can't imagine what she's been going through these last few months. i hope she works third shift or stays with a boyfriend often or something. damn.
one more month. one more month. and then, in april, i start to shift over. and i won't lie to you, looking forward to living with sarah is a huge comfort. i hope i don't drive her crazy.
we've been looking at places. hard. we did 3 places on saturday and 8 on sunday. and in all of those, we found one really good one, and maybe a couple of "if we had no other choice" places. and there are more forthcoming.
and i've been looking around my apartment, sighing, knowing that i will miss things about it, knowing that there is so much to move and addresses to change and cleaning to keep up now that my apartment will be shown...but this is the best thing.
in the meantime...since they who haunt below seem to have late hours, i assume they're sleeping when i get up in the morning. which is why i went through my morning routine in hard-bottomed heels this morning.
heh.
