Thursday, September 9, 2010

In which the author is full of shortpacked rage...

My neighbors may have to die.
The woman in the apartment next door has a Twilight picture in her window. It has a curve cut out of the top where she can place her head to be in the picture. She hammers at disgusting hours of the night, when normal people sleep. She wears cheap perfume and way too much of it.

The man downstairs has no concept of time. He blasts his music at night when I need to be up at 5:30 in the morning. I have tried ignoring him. I have tried being an adult and asking him to stop. I have tried stomping on the floor. I'm not sure what else I can do without being a huge dick about it.

Dear internets... help?