Inconsiderate Neighbours Suck

posted on Friday, May 27, 2005 @ 3:44 am

It’s 3:30 a.m. and I’d love to go to bed, except the person/ people/ family who lives right downstairs is playing fucking loud superbase music or whatever it’s called. They’ve forced us to listen to that crap at 10 p.m. one night but we could definitely forgive that. Half past three in the morning?! Wtf is wrong with them?

Good thing there’s this management service or whatever it’s called here; the guards or officers or whatever they’re called were rather surprised to see me in the wee hours of the morning. Grrr, just plug your headphones or something and listen to your beats till your ears bleed.

Now I’m tempted to tie the neighbours to a chair so they have no choice but to listen to me play the violin - which I haven’t practised for a really long while. Oh yes, Vickie’s Violin Torture(tm). That would be very sweet indeed. Grrr!

11 Comments »

  1. Brenda says
    May 28, 2005 at 1:56 pm

    Hmm, if I am not wrong, your neighbour is playing techno music, because I listen to techno music most of the time (but not at full blast, of course).

    Those are very inconsiderate neighbours you have! Most of us would already be in dreamland at 3am and there he is, blasting loud music. Tsk tsk…

  2. Pretzel says
    May 28, 2005 at 7:08 pm

    lol , what a torture… violins! You are too nice to them

  3. Julee says
    May 29, 2005 at 10:12 am

    Next time get up super early and do aerobics. Or if you don’t have carpeting, walk around in high heels

  4. Morris says
    May 29, 2005 at 12:20 pm

    At least they aren’t banging their bed against the wall while having sex

  5. Lisa says
    May 29, 2005 at 8:05 pm

    I know how that feel. But we can’t do anything about it but just bear with it :( My panda eyes…

  6. Mandy says
    May 30, 2005 at 10:50 pm

    Noisy neighbours, don’t you just hate them. I’m glad we live in a quiet street, mind you if our neighbours started like that, I’d just rev the car (with the sporty engine) up in the wee hours every morning for a week :-)

  7. tina says
    June 2, 2005 at 3:21 am

    I know that feeling, my downstairs neighbour insists on playing “Stairway to Heaven” or some other such delight on his electric guitar at midnight. My floors vibrate and I want to smash the damn thing over his head….

  8. Scott Stiegemeyer says
    June 2, 2005 at 8:30 am

    I had a noisy neighbor one time. A hard-of-hearing middle aged widow who lived alone in the apartment below us. She’d play the TV late into the night with the volume up certainly loud enough to irritate me when I was trying to sleep. Trouble was that I just couldn’t bring myself to complain to the dear woman.

  9. Milt says
    June 3, 2005 at 8:02 am

    Nice piece. Like it a lot.

  10. Ellie says
    June 4, 2005 at 10:57 am

    I had a neighbor once who would do the 3am loud music thing. She was also dancing and banging on the floor which drop the lady dowstairs nuts.

    She finally moved and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Until the new neighbors moved into her apartment. The new neighbors once had GROUP sex at 1:00 on a Sunday afternoon (windows open of course) with all the kids of the apartment building in the courtyard playing. (Mommy what’s that noise?) The police came numerous times for fights and they appeared to be selling drugs. They got EVICTED because the whole building complained until they were kicked out.

    Sometimes when you get what you wish for the alternative is worse.

  11. Debi says
    July 23, 2005 at 3:32 am

    I have a neighbor like that…she is evil and must be killed

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