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[baronessekat]

Dear Asshat in the townhouses across the street,

It's one thing for the rednecks who are in the townhouse adjecent to mine to play their music loud enough to shake things in my house and so I can hear and understand every word. At least they do it during daylight.

but you one the other hand, live across the street. And when you pulled up to the door at 5 f'ing A.M. and left the bass of your stereo turned up and got out of said running car, left the door open and went inside... this is NOT COOL!!

I don't want to wake up that early in the morning. Especially to the feeling like the building is going to fall down around me from the seismic blasts of your stupid hip-hop crap.

But thank you though... I definately won't be late for work, even if that means I'm in a crappy, pissy and bitchy mood all day because of it.

~Me.

Comments

[damedini.livejournal.com]

*evil grin*
So now you need to get up bright and Early on a Sunday morning (post party-night, right?), open all your windows and play opera as loud as you can. The idea is to have Pavarotti or (better) some soprano positively pierce their hungover excuse for a brain. And 8 am *is* daytime and a perfectly OK time to play some tumes.
If you're really feeling savage, I'm sure your friendly neighborhoos blacksmith could whip you up some caltrops...

[kelfstein.livejournal.com]

You need an old concrete gargoyle to toss from the roof onto their car. OMG if fell off the roof! Smirk