Fetch me my axe: Dear neighbors:

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Dear neighbors:

It is one thirty in the morning. On a WEEKDAY. SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.

4 comments:

ben said...: a good friend of mine lives down in nyc...we have a serious talk late one night, and all of a sudden, the neighbors who have this just terrible faux rock band thing going on start practicing.

the memory of our talk is now embedded with a cheesy baseline.

the price of being in the big city, i suppose.; February 15, 2007 2:33 AM
super des said...: Were they, um, "celebrating" Vals Day? Or are they just loud and obnoxious every day?; February 15, 2007 7:43 AM
belledame222 said...: They're pretty often loud, if not as obnoxious--generally sort of party party! with salsa/merengue music, which can be relatively pleasant depending on what kind of mood i'm in and how late it is. this time tho' it was mostly an angry-sounding monologue in which the word "borrrrrracho" was uttered at least once.; February 15, 2007 8:23 AM
Anonymous said...: You should introduce your neighbors to mine- The Annoying Girl Downstairs aka She-Of-The-Two-Large-Dogs-That-Must-Be-Let-Out-At-Two-In-The-Morning-Without-A-Leash-So-That-She-Must-Scream-For-Them-Repeatedly-For-Going-On-A-Half-Hour-Despite-The-Fact-That-She-Has-A-Chain-For-Them. Because nothing helps me prep for a long work-day like listening to her scream loudly for her two stupid dogs. Also, as long as I'm on it- maybe you could convince her to, I don't know... clean up the dogshit that now covers the entire lawn?
I know, it's a really radical idea.
*grumble grumble*; February 15, 2007 1:03 PM

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