Monday, March 26, 2007
I HATE MY NEIGHBORS!!!!!!!
Like, loathe and despise until the end of days. Cursing their names (If I knew them) with my last gasp of air on this earth. That kind of hatred. They are arrogant, ignorant little twits better off living in a cardboard box. You can't see it, but I'm pounding the keys while I type this, I am so ticked off at them right now. I am so sick of hearing the bass of their "music" day in and day way, way out. I have gone over to tell them to turn it down, very politely I thought, countless times, and I shouldn't have to do that. The other night, the were out in the parking lot, music blaring in their cars when they had the gall to knock on our door and ask mom to move our car so they could jump start the little twit's. It's this twit (I'm trying to avoid swearing, so forgive my lack of creativity in my name-calling) and her friend, maybe a year or two older than me, and occasionally their boyfriends that do it. And about a week or so ago, they snuck out of their apartment to meet their boyfriends--right under my friggin' bedroom window!!! And they smoke, too, ain't that just peachy? So when I go over to ask 'em to turn it down, I get a lovely whiff of lung cancer. Anyway, I (I was trying to sleep) figured I'd scare them by turning on my bedroom light, make them think I was gonna come out and bust 'em, and it worked... for about five minutes. Then they were right back. They kept me up til two in the bloody morning. Brainless, anorexic twits, do they not realize they live in an apartment, where people can HEAR you and don't want to hear the crap they rot their brans with? Right now, I can hear the bass of their sucky rap "music" and am trying to drown it out with Beethoven's fifth, played by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and if you've heard it, it's really lovely and loud and evil-sounding, so I hope the little twits over there think I'm a scary, depressive, emo little witch and theyl'll turn it down before I seriously decide to look for the hammer and tear down the wall between our apartment and theirs and tell them to turn it down.
Nah, I wouldn't.
Then again...
Love, Minimelia
MiniMel posted at 7:01 PM ||
