Tue, 14 Dec 2004
Warning: this post contains language unsuitable for children
OK, I don't usually use my weblog as a venting ground. But I feel the need to share some of the ridiculous behavior of my downstairs neighbor.
Last night around 11:00 I'm hanging out in the kitchen with Sarah, and she's telling me
aout her hip-hop dance class and demonstrates a kick ball change or
something like that. Let me clarify: she doesn't do an entire dance
routine. She does one dance step. And Downstairs Guy, who seems to
have some serious anger issues, bangs on the ceiling and tells us to
"shut the f*ck up." Ok, so now Tony's in on the conversation, and
basically we're amused; this guy been pulling these antics for a while
now and we've decided not to pay any attention. We're talking and
laughing about how absurb Downstairs Guy is (again, let me clarify:
talking in normal "indoor voices") when we hear a loud pounding on the
front door -- louder than when police knock to break up a noisy party.
We all stare at the door, not wanting to open it; he bangs again, and
this time manages to knock a picture off the wall. And then he breaks
into a tirade about how us c*cksucking mother-f*ckers need to shut the
f*uck up because some people need to work in the morning. Gee, really?
Oh, right, we're just a bunch of lazy granolas who don't understand
things like work. Anyway, he can gripe all he wants; I'm not going to
start whispering in my own apartment.
Ok, I'm done venting.
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