F*ck Neighbourly Love

I love my apartment. It's big and clean and bright. My landlord is wonderful. My neighbours are assholes. I live in a corner suite, so I have two neighbours. I've bitched about the midget to the side of me. I saw him in the hall this week and glowered at him. But I hate my neighbours above me. They're a couple and they love to blast their techno music. The bass drives me mad. I will be on my couch, happily daydreaming, when the bass boom-boom-booms into my head. Assholes, like I said.

I understand the loud music in the daytime, when you're doing housework. I like to slip in some Mandoza and vacuum. Good times.

I snapped today. Stacey was witness. I was on the phone with her when I threw a wall-eyed fit. I shreiked. I screamed. I almost cried. I have a good reason to act like that.

My building lost its heat last night. It was -15 last night, and with no heat, that's rough. Those who know me know I am a cranktastic bitch when I'm cold. I didn't sleep much, I was up early, I went to the gym, and I planned on napping. (I'm going dancing tonight and need to rest up) But the boom-boom bass made me see red. That, with the lack of sleep, sent me over the edge.

I wish I could move, but my place is cheap and big. It'd be a sin to leave such a big apartment on a tree lined street for some fools who don't understand neighbourly consideration. I just offer this warning... do NOT f*ck with a passive agressive. We'll get you good.

Must hatch revenge plans and nap.
xoxoSallyt