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Upstairs apartment was rented by 5 college kids who were working at an inner city youth center to earn scholarship money. Never had any major problems with any of them, except one...... The guy that lives there.....he's an ass, no other way to describe him....nevermind, I can think of plenty of other ways to describe him. He went out and covered the living room with floor to ceiling mirrors. He cranks up the radio and dances in the living room and his crappy as stomping sounds like he is going to fall through the roof. He has been so bad that all of the others left within the past month to get away from him. They took me in to see his mirror collection and the floor has a permanent indentation from his dancing. I have called up there repeated times to get him to keep his dancing to when the kids are awake during the week, out of respect, and then during the weekend, dance all fucking night if you want, but let's not deprive schoolkids of necessary sleep, so please stop it at a decent hour. He had done that for the most part and I didn't give him a hard time, cuz he was making an effort. Now all of his roommates have left him (basically sick of his bullshit and childish antics). Since they have gone, the noise has reached new levels. His music is so loud in his living room that the master bedroom walls are shaking from the noise in our apartment (at the opposite end of this place which isn't all that small as apartments go). I have to bang down his door basically to get him to notice (he refuses to answer the phone or acknowledge messages as if they were never left). Micki is SICK.....not deathly....but she is definately very sick. We finally get her to sleep and then he starts his fucking music and dancing up. I bang on his door and he is like "What" "What's your problem". He doesn't say it but you can see it on his face. Little shit. I just look at him and say "Do you mind if my sick kids get some fucking sleep?" He says "Oh, is my music loud". You can hear it at the dumpsters 1/4 mile away, and his windows are closed and it is all coming down the vents to our apartment, no, not loud at all. He agrees to turn it down, but only turns it down like one level and our living room walls are still shaking from the base of his fucking Britney Spears/Backstreet Boys like music. Little fucking prick. |
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Any man who dances with mirrors all over the wall is most certainly gay. The GM will take care of it. |
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I will wait and see what he does tonight. See if he is an ass tonight, and if so, I won't be the only one calling the cops. |
Dancing Queen's former roommates were in the office trying to get their name removed from the lease and put a formal complaint about him in there. Their lease is up at the end of the month, and they paid it and don't want to be associated with it any longer. They also don't want to be held financially responsible for the damage he has caused to the place. I, naturally, butted into the conversation and reported the trouble we had with his ass last night and said that I was pretty close to finding a phone and calling the cops on him. The lady at the dest looked mortified that I would concider something like this, and his old roommates were saying that I should have done it and I should continue to do it every night until he is gone. His roommates are also afraid he won't leave by the end of the lease and that somehow their names will be attached to him not leaving on time and they will end up being financially responsible, so that is yet another thing that they are here about. Ugh, but whatever. He is supposed to be sent back to his mommy and daddy in the middle of June, and until then, I will just be a bitch to the upstairs dancing queen. |
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holy fuck. is spelling really that hard? i mean, i understand typing too fast errors and shit like that but -- read a book or 50. |
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be creative. look things up on the net. be careful, plug his apartment into a few extra thousant volts and see how loud he plays that radio... |
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OK, that's the best I can come up with right now. |
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He is so fucking weird. Yesterday afternoon I let the kids go on the grassy knoll and play and he was taking their baseball bat and playing with them, like some kind of nice gesture or something, and doesn't get the fact that he is well beyond nice neighborly gestures in my book. He needs to stay the fuck away from my kids. |
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We had a funny happen that isn't really funny at all. We are waiting for the new management to come in and take over this apartment complex. The place is still in escrow and the taking over has been delayed, even though the previous managers have already left. Anyways, the only people left running the place are our old neighbors who like us a lot, cuz Hayley plays with their daughter. I have been telling them to take better care of the pools here and the water testing that needs to be done and things like that. I asked then what they had done (since all of the pools had turned green last week) and he said that they did the chemical shocking and a couple of other things and the pools should be re-opened for the holiday weekend today. I said it would take more than that, and I would be willing to negotiate helping out to get the pools properly safe. He said he would bring it up to the new management when they come in. No sooner did I leave and the City Inspector came. It sucks cuz it doesn't look like we will have any pools to use this weekend, but it's funny cuz he shut them down.......badly....gave them a very short period of time to get all of the pools up to code. Hehehe. Told them that it wasn't enough to get them ready, but they didn't listen and now they got shut down. They brought someone out from another place today to get the pools taken care of. If Spunky didn't object I would probably go help the poor guy. He had no idea what he was getting into when he agreed to come here. Besides, I want the pools open at least part of the holiday weekend. That's what we do.....we swim and bbq and play outside with the kids. We hang out with the neighbors and drink mass quantities of beer and play with the kids and have fun. The office is going to try to set it up where I do basic daily maintenance of the pool (the complex supplying all that I need) in exchange for free rent and possibly as small wage. They were paying the last pool man (who did a shitty job) $250 per pool per visit, so I think I could have some serious negotiating powers there. I am hoping that if I do this I can do this when Trace is home and I don't have the rug rats with me, but I might have a friend who will watch them while I work, though I would demand a pay on top of free rent for that so that I could pay my friend as well. Anyways.....Dancing queen is nowhere to be seen today and will hopefully be nowhere to be heard tonight, but if he is I will just get all bitch at him. Though lately I have been sending Spunky up there and he must be scared of him or something cuz the noise is gone before Spunky gets back. |
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Right now I'm probably concidered the crappy neighbor. My grass is over two feet high. I got a late start getting the lawn tractor serviced for the season. Then when it came back I only had it for an hour. Broke the damn belt to the blades testing it out. Now I'll probably have to higher someone to cut it the first time. So I won't brake the new belt. My neighbors are great. This past winter their kids cleared my driveway twice before I even knew it was them. They never mentioned it. I'd get up in the morning and find the work already done. Their help could not have come at a better time. |