There is now an established pattern for the way of things between me and the people upstairs. Everytime their mutts (kids) run around, I bang on the ceiling and put on some loud music. I’ve already called the landlord on them a few times but sadly, my sister has informed me that the landlord won’t do jack until someone else complains as well. Meanwhile, I am enjoying Ticks & Leaches at a volume of ten. I am feeling bratty and juvenile and vengeful.
Don’t have kids unless you can control them. Idiots.
Aasha, that's idioitic. So when people complained about us playing music after 10, we should have told them to shut their snitching gobs the hell up and continued with the loud music? It's simple, if you can't abide by the rules, then get the hell out.
