Get A Life!

[blas]

Wow...more neighbor issues. And toss in the fact that within the next few weeks, old nosy bitch downstairs will be making her triumphant return from down south.....oh this is going to be bad.

Friday night, two of my boyfriend's friends came to visit from their hometown about 2 hours away. Around 8:30-9:00 pm we went back to my place to get ready to go out and called a cab to come pick us up.

*At this point I will make a mental note that when we'd all met up and went out to eat, I had warned my bf's friends about the fact that the majority of my neighbors are old and nosy and we would need to be as quiet as possible, and they said that was no problem*

We were outside smoking and chatting waiting for the cab, and when the cab showed up, we put our smokes out, I took the ashtray inside and got my keys and locked up, and even though it wasn't even late at night and we had not been loud at ALL, as we walked past my neighbor's apartment to head down the stairs, I saw him peeking out his window watching us walk past with this angry catbutt look on his face. (this is the guy who complained about my bed).

Well the night went awry and my boyfriend ended up getting arrested....I really don't want to go into detail or even talk much about it, so I will leave it at that. Anyway, I was done crying and being hysterical way before we even got back. I had calmed down by the time we got into our last cab and got back to my place. Even though I didn't know his friends very well, I wasn't going to make them drive home drunk to a place that's two hours away. So the cab pulls up to my building and two of my friends had also taken the cab with us...they live a couple of blocks away from me, and we were trying to decide who was going to stay with me and who was going to walk or to hell with it, just stay in the cab.

Again, NOT being loud at all. Quietly discussing what to do. No yelling, no screaming, and I was calm and decent at this time.

The downstairs guy (the one I mentioned last summer who sits outside with his guitar and warbles like a toad while I'm trying to sleep!) peeks out the window, then opens his door, standing there in his undershirt and underwear glaring at us as if we had been dropping bowling balls onto the street and screaming like bandshees.....he did NOT stop staring or shut his door until my friends followed me upstairs into my apartment and the others got out of the cab and walked home.

Seriously....get a fucking life. That is all.

Who wants to bet that blas will be evicted before June?

[Jester]

Blas, a few things.

First of all, we are almost always louder when we are drunk. We don't THINK we are, but we are. As a drinker and one who hangs out with other drinkers, I can assure you of this.

Secondly, since you know you have cattbutts for neighbors, why does it surprise you that nosy old people are being nosy old people?

Finally, fuck getting evicted. I have one word of advice for you: Move.

[Greenday]

blas, you just can't catch a freaking break with your neighbors, can you? We've got a spare room now that my bum cousin is out of the house. Beach is only a couple miles away, warmer weather...

[blas]

Too late....I already renewed my lease the morning that I talked to the landlord about Sheriff.......

[Jester]

Perhaps you should look into what would be necessary to break the lease without too much fuss....or transfer it to someone else so that you could move out.

[blas]

I'm just being stubborn. Why should I move away or let a friend move in, and give them exactly what they want? They'll be the same way towards any other person who moves in that's in my age range.

I just wish all of we neighbors could just have the silent agreement that my one neighbor and I have together. He watches his TV extremely loud...and if he's been drinking (he barely goes out, but he'll get drunk alone at home) he will turn on the surround sound and the bass way up. Sure, it bugs me at times. Maybe I have complained about it on here before.....but sometimes, I'm sure my boyfriend and I watching movies we rent after we get home from the bar may disturb him too. He's never complained about it or ever said anything. We've talked about sucky neighbors before, and we've both agreed....especially with these buildings...they are old, the walls are paper thin....you will hear things. Sometimes you have to pick your battles. You don't make any friends or gain any kind of good rapport by spying on people or ramming your broom against your ceiling/their floor.

If it's that big of a deal, why don't they just report me to my landlord? If anything, when old bitch gets back, one smack of the broom and I'll call the landlord and ask him if there's a reason she whacks her broom against my floor, because the floorboards under where the whacks them are squeaky? (that's kind of a lie, but I do have bad floor boards). Maybe I can cover my butt that way. The manner and frequency in which she rams that broom against her ceiling is enough to cause some kind of damage. It has to.

[protege]

Oh, the stories I could tell about the idiots who live next door to my parents...

Their latest thing, is to take down the details of any cars parked along the street. Specifically, anyone who parks in front of their house, my parents' place, or across the street. They've already been known to leave threatening notes if you park in front of their house. I do it just to torque them off--since the car is on a public street, there's not a damn thing they can do about it. Drives them absolutely nuts

Unlike my parents, I'm one of the few people who does *not* bend to their "rules." I don't care if they call the cops on me, nor do I care if I get a threatening note on my windshield. I consider it my *duty* to send them over the edge. As long as I'm not on their property, or am damaging their property, there's not a damn thing they can do about it. I don't go out of my way to start trouble, but I'll damn well finish it. They want to have a stroke over something minor? I'm happy to oblige

[blas]

Oh protege, can you imagine if we lived in the same neighborhood!

I wouldn't want to do anything to get myself evicted or written up, but I consider it only fair that if my nosy old neighbors can vaccuum at 8 am on Saturday and they can watch their TVs as loud as they want while I sleep all week, then naturally, when I have my time off, I will have friends or my boyfriend over. No parties or anything crazy. I'm not going to apologize for having friends and a social life. And since I'm not having screaming sex or watching movies at max volume, there is no reason to freak out....and since nothing suspicious is going on, there is no reason to spy.

Hell, a year ago when I didn't have my car for a month, even when my mother would come to pick me up for work, the fuddy duddies downstairs would peek out the window to make sure it wasn't some hoodlum about to break in to their precious Buick or Concorde. Uh huh.

And also to think....Tommy Lee and his band.....practicing at all hours in his apartment....all the girls he had over.....it was like a bad imitation of Rock Of Love.....and I (ME!!!) am the bad guy here. Ok!

[protege]

Oh protege, can you imagine if we lived in the same neighborhood!

They really are some sad induhviduals. They've managed to alienate themselves from an entire city block. Nobody wants anything to do with them--they've either called the cops on, or sent certified letters (in some cases, forgeries!) to just about everyone.

What gets me, is that they do things like that...and then have the nerve to get upset when people retaliate. Over the past 15 years, their cars have been vandalized, their yard trashed, and their spotlights messed with. Hell, one Halloween, their place got egged twice in one night--no sooner do the cops leave...when someone hit the place again.

Since then, they've installed spotlights, motion detectors and a few security cameras. Basically, so they can harass everyone else...but thwart attempts at revenge. In other words, they can dish it out, but can't take it

Oddly enough, they leave me alone. Maybe it's because I'm a bit unbalanced, or possibly because I can take cars apart