The ignorant, inconsiderate bitch who lives upstairs with her daughter, came stomping in with a hoard of after-bar friends and woke me up at 2:53 AM last night and kept me awake until almost 4 with their clomping and shouting and slamming doors. This has happened several times before.
I've complained about their music and noise. My roommate has complained to them as well, and the landlord, too.
They're up there now, sound asleep. Passed out from the booze, no doubt.
I have a great urge to go out into the hall and start slamming doors and cranking my stereo up full tilt.
The bitch is lucky I'm not a vengeful person.
Maybe I'll just leave a nasty letter in her letter box instead and send a copy to the landlord. (Just to cover my own ass, you know.)
I've complained about their music and noise. My roommate has complained to them as well, and the landlord, too.
They're up there now, sound asleep. Passed out from the booze, no doubt.
I have a great urge to go out into the hall and start slamming doors and cranking my stereo up full tilt.
The bitch is lucky I'm not a vengeful person.
Maybe I'll just leave a nasty letter in her letter box instead and send a copy to the landlord. (Just to cover my own ass, you know.)

