You want to be next?
Today finds me mainly pissed off.
I could very well blame the weekend for carrying over its crapfest into my weekday, but really sole blame belongs on my horrid neighbor who is still living in the apartment above me.
Her dogs are still barking, I have a giant headache from being woken at the ungodly hour of 5:30 BARKBARKBARK, and her laundry is still running at all ungodly hours.
But not only that, she deigned to, disgusting cigarette in hand, pound on my door early Saturday morning to throw obscenities and racial slurs into my face for stopping her laundry the midnight previous. Thank goodness, because how was I to know white people shouldn't live on the south side of town? Also, what is her skinny white self doing on the south side of town?
(We later found out that her tires had also been slashed [for the second time] that night. I can understand her being angry, but I cannot tolerate her taking it out on me.)
I am getting fed up with my landlords who have made numerous promises to deal with this woman that turn out to be empty bluffs.
"She'll be out by 22 March." Well, she's still here.
"She got rid of the one dog that was making all the noise." And then got him back. Besides, as I recall, both dogs make an equal amount of noise.
"If she doesn't get rid of both dogs, she's out." Sure.
I'm considering relocating to a more "white side" of town (anyone know what side that is?) to be with "my people" and hopefully under a landlord who has a bit of backbone and cares about losing clean, quiet, friendly tenants.
On top of all this, B has been home sick since Wednesday, every possible second of which has been spent playing that damn computer game. I want to wring his coughing throat and throw out his game CD.
So yeah. Maybe a little bit of a bad mood.
2005
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Well, there is one option.
Get B to drop by Radio Shack and pick up some things. Hey, it's B productively messing around with electronics, and a chance to get the dogs howling while you're not home. If you really wanted to mess with her, I'd also suggest a socket servo that cuts power whenever you throw a switch via a bedside remote. Loads of fun for her to try and figure out why the damn machine doesn't work.
Sometimes I forget why I love you, JR, but then you say something like this and I want to bring you home and bake you cookies.
Oh, and obviously, if you're not into futzing around with electronics, or the corner electronics shop is low on 10nF capacitors, you could always just grab a tone generator, find the right frequency and turn up the speakers.(Remember 11Khz is 11000.00Hz, and human hearing cuts out around 15000.00Hz.)
And thanks for the offer, but you have the cookies. You could use them more than I.
I'd call them some damn good reasons to be grumpy. Carry on then.
I've lived on both sides of town, and I wouldn't go back to the "wrong" side even if it meant I had to eat ramen noodles for the rest of my life. So I say go for it. And let your current landlord know exactly why you're leaving.
BTW, there are some garden catalogs from which you can order various live insects for various garden purposes (mostly, they eat other bugs). They ship in a thin plastic tube with endcaps, perfect for inserting in a crack under a door...
Since I am a African American I apologize for you having to put up with a none black person telling you where you should be living. My people take this very seriously and will be taking "steps" to solve this problem.
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