Look I realize it’s your girlfriends birthday so you guys went out with a bunch of friends to party. I didn’t come mainly because my id got stolen this month and I can’t replace it quite yet. I’m glad you had fun but know what is fucking pissing me off?
It is 4:30 in the fucking morning. I’m guessing you just walked back from the bar which closed about an hour ago, or maybe you went over to the neighbors who are friends and went along with you. I dunno. But you walked in the fucking door talking at the top of your fucking lungs about shit that can wait until tomorrow when you’ve sobered up.
I am fucking pregnant here. I am lucky to get a normal nights sleep because of my insomnia on top of the fact that I am slowly working my way up to being unable to sleep through the night without getting up to take a piss. I want to have a somewhat normal nights sleep.
Usually when you guys get home you are so much quieter that at least I can turn over and go back to sleep. Instead when it became apparent that I’m not awake you seemingly got louder and insist on discussing in the room with the thinnest walls why you want her to have friends who aren’t his friends which seems to tie into his plans to marry you some day and you seem pissed at him for some reason that I can’t fathom yet.
Then you go onto discuss our lovely ex-roomie who is a fucking deadbeat, introduced drugs and unsavory people to our apartment, and try to explain why he’s just kinda misunderstood and wants us as friends still and doesn’t like the way things were left between us. Then why does he need you as a mediator? I’m willing to talk with him but that is it. But don’t you fucking think we know his tricks? Your boyfriend has known him for about 9 years! This kind of shit happened before, helped to mess with his last marriage and fucked up their friendship which restarted about the time I met them both. Now I’ve learned what a fucking idiot he is, and I’m beginning to see what sort of idiot he is too.
So now I sit, only a few hours into falling asleep, unable to go back to sleep because you guys are talking so bloody loudly STILL when I asked you to quiet it down. I mean usually when you guys wake me from your talking it’s at least during the fucking day when I should be up and about anyway! But not (now) 5 in the fucking morning Even our extreme bass playing downstairs neighbor knows not to be too loud at this hour! You live with me! I don’t go yelling and being loud at all hours of the night keeping you awake even when my insomnia acts up. I let you fucking well sleep!
And they wonder why I am moving out asap. :rolleyes: Yeah I really want to bring a baby into an apartment where if I manage to get them to sleep they will be woken up by the fucking bad acoustics and you’re assholish inability to realize when you are being rudely loud. Sober or drunk. Fuck they probably aren’t that drunk anyway, at least him, because he had next to no money. And he’s the fucking worst!
When I was pregnant and on bedrest last year, our upstairs neighbor took to STOMPING on the floor at 3 in the morning… EVERY morning. Now imagine, if you can, a VERY pregnant (8 months) VERY angry 300 pound demon pounding on your door at 4 am. This was me after a week of that shit. I couldn’t take it any more and let him know in NO uncertain terms that if he did it again there would be heinous consequences. Not only did he STOP, they moved out 2 months later. Some people can be SO fucking inconsiderate.
Now we have new neighbors next door that have a problem with the volume on their stereo. Yesterday, while the kids were napping, it mysteriously increased in volume and when I went over to complain, they suddenly didn’t speak english (even tho my DH was outside talking to the husband yesterday morning. :rolleyes: IN ENGLISH) They wake up the baby today and I’m getting out the BFH and having a conversation with them…
<slam> <thump> . . . AND THEN HE DID SOMETHING REALLY STUPID <bang> <CRASH> WATCH ME STAGE DIVE ONTO THE COUCH FOUR OR FIVE HUNDRED TIMES AW SHIT MAN YOU BROKE IT AND I CAN’T BELIEVE THOSE COPS DIDN’T SMELL THE POT ON MY BREATH AND DON’T TELL ME TO QUIET DOWN I’M NOT MAKING THAT MUCH NOISE ANYWAY AND OW I STUBBED MY FUCKING TOE WHO TOOK MY CHEETOS AND HOLY SHIT IT’S FIVE O CLOCK IN THE MORNING AND WHERE ARE MY CDS I WANT TO PLAY MY CDS! . . . . (quiet for 2-3 minutes, then . . .) /REPEAT Ad infinitum
I ended up sleeping in till noon… a few hours later than I wanted to… not because I had to get up just because for once I wanted to be up at a decent hour and could honestly tell the family that I do get up earlier than noon sometimes…
See usually they aren’t so bad. I can just turn over and go back to sleep and ignore it, but last night woke me up well enough that it enacted all those lovely pregnant woman things (being angry at being woken up, having to take a piss suddenly, and needing a big glass of water) as well as they decided to discuss above my head the various things I’d already pointed out which I didn’t need to listen to.
I’ll still be glad to be moved though.
amore ac studio my I.D. aka drivers license (well not drivers as I don’t driver but my pic ID) not my id. I’m not a closet freudian
i have this problem with the arsehole who lives in the room directly below me. it used to be the music, until i threatened to kick his fucking head off his shoulders in front of all his friends as a last resort ( i had previously been polite while asking), now its slamming the door to his room after visiting the bathroom at all hours of the night. last night at 12, and again at 4am.
now i have to threaten him again, probably in front of his girlfriend.
some people have no fucking clue on how to live with other people.
only a couple more months, then i can get my own place.
Rilchiam No, I wouldn’t have drunk anything had I gone out with them except for soda. I haven’t had a drink since before I found out I was pregnant and I can only hope what little drinking I was doing before hasn’t done any harm. It wasn’t much, just a couple of drinks, but I still worry. Thing is at the bar you get ID’d whether or not you are having alcoholic beverages, so unless it’s at a bar where we’re regulars at and I don’t have to show ID anymore I’m not even allowed inside. And lately (basically since my ID was stolen and a couple of times before) they’ve taken to going to bars where we’ve never been before and I would never be allowed in.
And as to the suggestions of music… well all I have to do is play some Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Highwaymen etc etc stuff and that will drive them up the wall. Because apparently there are only one or two songs that are actually good and the rest are just terrible crap according to them. I’ve actually been told that they worry about me because of my musical tastes! And yet my music tastes also incline towards what they like, just not all of it…
Some people can be SO fucking inconsiderate.
