goddam fucking inconsiderate asshole neighbors. Now whoever-it-is has gone and left an entire overturned FUTON, frame, mattress and all, out in the hall, conveniently blocking the stairwell. Can we say "fire hazard," kids? Can we say, "is there some particular reason why it couldn't live in your goddam apartment one more day, or were you thinking someone else was going to dispose of that for you?"
if i were 100% instead of 95% sure which one was responsible for it--and if i didn't mind getting herniated--i'd park it right back in front of their door. but, i'm not, and i do. i shoved it sideways instead, as best i could. of course now two of the other neighbors, while not blocked directly by it, will have to do a bit of a detour once they exit to get to the elevator. it's certainly an eyesore. which: well, whatever, good, let them get pissed off at each other then. i'm just sick of these self-absorbed motherfuckers. whoever the hell they are.
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I blame the rap music.
Speaking of which, you probably want to check out Kai.
I'm sure your neighbors read this blog.
Happy Earth Day
SW: wtf? okay...
it's called don't take ambian with wine.... :)
If you don't mind shipping it to Ohio, I'll take it.
unefemmepluscourageuse, nah i love my ambien too much... it was a PSA, my roommate(who's out of town) usually reminds me to shut off my lappie before I take it. of course if all I do is say stupid incoherent shit versus driving or baking a cake, i'm okay with that.
"unefemmepluscourageuse, nah i love my ambien too much..."
Sorry...I should have quoted, or at least said who I was talking to. I don't want your Ambien. I want BelleDame's neighbours' futon. Have fun with your ambien, though.
oh, sorry. i'm sure they'd drop it somewhere you're bound to trip over it if you asked them nicely not to.
"oh, sorry. i'm sure they'd drop it somewhere you're bound to trip over it if you asked them nicely not to."
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. (smiles).
before i moved in with my hubby, i lived in a one bedroom apartment. i had upstairs neighbors who walked around causing the floor (my ceiling) to creak 24 hours a day. they never slept. and i know this because i never slept. because the noise was non-stop. one of the couple had a son who didn't live with them, but you can be sure they left his bicycle right next to my door. that bike sat there for a few years, never used, as it rusted away into scrap metal.
for a few years, there was also a dirty t-shirt that was left on the railing. i was so happy when a brisk wind finally blew it away.
when i am elected emperor of the world, i will outlaw apartment building and require that everyone live in houses.
Nexy, when you do that, I'll lead the New York chapter of the rebellion. You might think I have something against people who live in houses or drive cars. But in fact I don't, as long as I don't have to tax-subsidize their mortgages and highways.
That said, I feel your pain. Last semester, the person who lived above me had an annoying tendency to drag his bed around the room in the small hours (or was it a chair?). I don't know if he was having rough sex or just liked producing creeking noises, but I do know he tended to make them at the precise moment I wanted to go to sleep, especially if I needed to wake up early the next morning.
One of the reasons I moved out of my previous apartment was that while the specific neighbors would change, I would *always* have loud, night-owl upstairs neighbors, and loud, across-the-hall neighbors who liked to let their family gatherings spill out into the hall.
Also, my bedroom was on the first floor overlooking the courtyard that everyone liked to say their goodbyes or make their cellphone calls at 2AM in.
I'm still in an apartment, but the walls are a lot thicker, and the neighbors aren't nearly as rude.
Did it smell like cat pee to make it even better?
fortunately or unfortunately, i did not notice.
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