I’ve had it! I hate you! You are the Devil incarnate!
Crazy Cat Lady from Downstairs- No, I do NOT want any more Jesus literature! No, you may NOT come to synogogue with me! Jews do not want your Jesus! Turn down the fucking music! You give me migraines DAILY with the incessant crap blaring from your place. I don’t care that “God talks to you.” I’m glad he’s randomly told you to move to Hawaii. Go already. Oh, wait, I forgot, you can’t move because you are broke. Because you don’t work. Because you are convinced you have some sort of “illness” or “disability” that medical science just cannot find. So you spend what $$ you do have on bottles and bottles of strange “vitamins” and “supplements” hoping for a miracle “cure.” You are crazy, Cat Lady. And you bug.
Devil Feral Children From Down The Hall- It is very sad another neighbor threw an ashtray at you today. It is even sadder that they scored a direct hit. However, I can understand their motivation. Stop coming to my door and asking me to “buy something.” Yes, you have come by 3 times today already. No, I do not want the second-rate chocolates and assorted crap your school is selling. No, you may not molest my baby.
Dude, I wish I’d known then what I know now. Which is: earplugs! get used to wearing them to sleep, find a comfy pair, and your life will improve vastly. Last year I lived in a country with a reasonable dinnertime and bedtime, IMO, sharing a wall with two Jackasses from a country where the dinner meal and curfew is exceedingly late (I remind the fair reader that this time frame included Euro UEFA Cup, as an exacerbating factor), and were it not for earplugs I would have made Guernica seem minor to the citizens of that fair nocturnal nation-state.
My lease clearly states that I have a right to “peaceful enjoyment of my home”, as do you. A friendly reminder to your landlord of that right may help things. My upstairs middleofthenight-furniture-mover is on her last warning before being evicted. If you bring it to the manager’s attention, and nothing is done, you have grounds to break your lease. Document, document, document.
Does she wear braces? Can you knock her out with gas and then implant a small speaker in her jaw? Then transmit your voice with a pitch shifter and God-Reverb on it? A la Real Genius? If you don’t want to go that far, a PA speaker pointed towards your floor/her ceiling would be just the thing. Then add one of these
That’s what we did with the tweekers in our neighborhood. Only pointed the speakers out the window.
Good for you! You have a baby that never cries. Or if it does, the crying is never loud enough to disturb the neighbors. Or if it is loud enough, it sounds like angels singing. Or if it doesn’t, they probably like listening to it anyway. Even when they’re trying to sleep.
bluethree before jerking your knee like that, you should have read inkleberry’s other threads in which she describes her apartment building. IIRC, someone regularly pisses in the carpeted elevator! This apartment complex is a hellacious place, if even part of what she says is true. She had a package of diaper wipes stolen not that long ago. Diaper wipes!
Actually, no one has yet heard our baby. He isn’t a big crier, or very loud. He suprised the hell out of several neighbors when they saw him at 8 weeks, because they had never heard him.
What helps here is living in a corner apartment, with the bedrooms on outermost wall. That way no one is next to any of the walls of the rooms he does cry in.
Also, he’s been sleeping through the night since he was 6 weeks.
I wish you could move into the home with which we share a wall, inkleberry. We’re down in Morgan Hill. You may remember my post in your cat piss thread in which I griped about our ne’er-do-well neighbors. We’d take a crying baby over loud yelling, loud TV and stereo playing and unmuffled low-riders any day.
My nice, quiet neighbor in the next apartment has just moved! Damn. Some very young girl who works at Blockbuster moved in last night (I went out into the hall to introduce myself and welcome her to the building—always make nice with the new neighbors!).
The walls are so thin we can wave to each other through them, so I hope she’s quiet. The landlord—living off-site—doesn’t care what trash he rents to, as long as he gets his money. At least she has a job, which means she has to sleep sometime.