...or bad expression perhaps, but I wouldn't mind seeing seagulls crap on their heads.
GROWL. It's 2am on a Tuesday. They are partying so goddamn loud my headboard is jumping. The base is literally vibrating every piece of furniture I own. I've knocked the ceiling with a broom, I've even grumpily marched upstairs and knocked on their door in my pyjamas all "hi? It's 2am, and I have to get up, you know, in the morning? Could you turn it down a notch?". They pull that whole oblivious drunk thing, and make a show of apology...and do not a thing about the noise.
I am so glad my landlord is out of the country for a month.![]()
I know, I know, a stripper bitching about having to get to sleep. But really now. I do have class as well. I work 4-9 on Tuesdays for a damn reason, and that is I have a lot to do within non-vampire hours on Wednesdays. Goddamn some people are so fucking inconsiderate. The ICING on this cake is that I just moved into this place September 1, and the main reason I switched apartments was because I needed somewhere quiet. That was all Landlady went on about when talking about this precious building. She even has these specifically laid out rules about placing down carpet to minimize noise and NO partying after 11pm. She was all "you know, we have nurses living here working night shift...". I thought "great! perfect!"
AAAHH it just got louder. I get so immensely irritated when I can't sleep. I am the princess of sleep, and when I want to conk out...so help me if something stands in my way.
Yeah. This is louder than the other place ever was. My earplugs do nothing. I feel like calling the cops, though I know that's probably extreme. But holy cow. Assholes. I'm paying $1010 per month for a one bedroom in this supposedly primo area. That's a lot of money. I might as well take out a mortgage in some distant, pseudo-rural neighbourhood outside the city...HELL, moving back in with my mother would beat this! I really hate people sometimes.
(end of rant)



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