For 3 hours each afternoon, for the past 3 days, my upstairs neighbor has been sitting outside under the covered area of the apartment parking lot doing some sort of craft. Whatever it is, it involves a hammer. But the thing she's hitting is really thin, so she's essentially been hammering concrete, like she's trying to pound nails into stone tile or something. For 3 days. What the almighty fuck are you doing, lady??!!?!
Oh yeah, she also has her baby out there with her, which he doesn't like, so he's screaming.
My balconey is right above where she's sitting and I'm considering shaking out my hedgehog's dirty cage liner over the rails and let the breeze take care of the rest.
Re: I'm getting punchy...
We have no frickin clue what the hell she's doing over there that entails this. But it bugs the hell outta me!
So sometimes I put mine on with pajama attire and follow the sounds through the wall. At least we get a good laugh!
Previously Alaynajuliana
Previously Alaynajuliana
In the last place we lived, there were lots of problems. The cops were there almost everyday, they added a "no prostitution on our ground" clause to our contract, because apparently they weren't being clear enough before. They were always taking people out of their apartments in stretchers, I'm assuming for drug OD's, and one time my friend asked the paramedic what happened to the person on the stretcher who had a blanket over their head, the paramedic said that they were "just sleeping." People would follow me and offer me drugs all of the time, and the pool was constantly being drained because people would bring their kids in it with nothing on (not even underwear) and they would poop in it.
The lady below us lived alone with her son and baby, and they would always come up and mooch off of us. My FI would answer the door and she would just walk in with the whole gang and change the channel on the tv. They would ask for our food, alcohol, dvds, candles, and if we just wouldn't answer the door, they would stay there and knock for at least ten minutes until we went crazy and just answered the door. After I moved out I heard from my hairstylist that she would go into restaurants, order food, and then not pay. Supposedly the reason behind this was that the country that they're from has a different culture from ours, where people share everything.
I love the place where we are now, and I guess the time we spent there made for good stories.
Previously Alaynajuliana