Lauren and I have never really had the best of relationships with them, but lately their midnight vacuuming stints and pumping karaoke parties have been getting on our nerves. Tonight there has to be fifteen people up there, rocking out to the Spice Girls and "Killing Me Softly". Now, I'm sure there are those of you saying, "but I LOVE "Killing Me Softly"!" and that's all right and good. But when I'm down here with a headache trying to read Plato, it somehow jars.
I just wanted to say that I do feel kind of like an ass just calling the cops on them without any warning. My defenses are that A) me talking to them wouldn't do any good and B) they're fucking annoying. (I had a better Defense B, but I forgot it.)
Wow, the house is actually shaking now. I hope the police get here and scare the crap out of them. Of course, in that event, we might get into an all-out war. In that case, all I can say is "Bring on the cream pies, 'cause I'm not scared of you, crazies!!!"
And yes, they alone inspired me to create a blog. Ah, Wednesday-night karaoke, how I shall miss you if I call the police enough times to make them shut up.
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I would also like to add that I have attempted to negotiate with them more than once. The first time was to turn their blasting music down as I was studying for my midterm. This *somehow* lead them to think that if they just turned the music down for a half hour, turning it back up and beginning to vacuum at midnight was appropriate.
Given the success of THAT encounter, I think calling the police is completely justified. We live in a neighborhood of elderly individuals and young families. It shouldn't take adult women constant reminding and visits from law enforcement to understand that it's inappropriate to operate at 10/10 all day and all night long. Period.
well done juicey
thanks anon
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