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bee_yorkOh hay thar Fucking Neighbours.
I'm trying my absolute HARDEST to be diplomatic and mature about this, refusing to go into a war of passive-aggressive little games you seem to adore. You're making it oh-so-difficult though, and that's an understatement.
I'm pretty exhausted and have a long night ahead of me and much cleaning/packing to do right now. I'm blasting some good BATTLESTAR GALACTICA music. Yes, I'm aware it's all drums, but you know what? Fuck you. You have been nothing but petty, bitter, childish, nosy, picky, and miserable neighbours. Today you went out of your way to catch Mike smoking cigarettes in the hallway on your way down to do the laundry, even though we ALL know you easily could have taken the elevator and gotten to the laundry room directly. Do you enjoy spying on us, in addition to playing your little "revenge" games? Good for you! Now I'm sure you can't wait to tattle on us for smoking where we're not supposed to, so you can have something else against us. And you know what? I don't even give a fuck anymore. You're retired, you're home 24 hours a day, and you have nothing better to do. So you know what? Knock yourselves out, because I am so beyond caring at this point. I want to say that I hope you don't mistake this music for me trying to "get back" at you or anything like that, because I refuse to drop to your level. At the same time, I really don't care how you "take" this music, because you freak out at every little thing we do anyway, so what's the point? It's Christmas Eve, I've been up since about 7:30 AM thanks to you, I feel like shit and I've spent a very, very long time constantly lowering and lowering the volume on every piece of electronic equipment we own just to get you to shut the fuck up and not call the police on us. But tonight, I don't care. I'm allowed to enjoy my music every once in awhile, and I'm allowed to want to block out the sounds of your relentless CLOMP-CLOMP-CLOMP-ing. So if you don't like it, you can take these drums and shove them up your old, bitter asses. You may have the advantage of being in the upper apartment and having the top of floor and wear shoes all day long and be assholes about it, but in the long run, I have a bigger advantage--my youth! From now on when you play these dumb little games of yours, I'm going to remember how a good chunk of your bitchy lives are already behind you. :) I, on the other hand, have many many years to look forward to--barring tragedy, of course, but when those types of things happen, you guys being asses to us will be the least of my problems.
You may have the upper apartment, and the upper hand, but I have my YOUTH. So suck on that, and Merry Christmas. :)
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I know I always say how much I LOATHE letter-forms as LJ posts, but as anyone who knows me well could probably attest to, I tend to engage in activities, language and lifestyles that I insist I hate. Hey! At least I didn't sign the letter with the annoying "no love, me" cliche. :P
I'm trying my absolute HARDEST to be diplomatic and mature about this, refusing to go into a war of passive-aggressive little games you seem to adore. You're making it oh-so-difficult though, and that's an understatement.
I'm pretty exhausted and have a long night ahead of me and much cleaning/packing to do right now. I'm blasting some good BATTLESTAR GALACTICA music. Yes, I'm aware it's all drums, but you know what? Fuck you. You have been nothing but petty, bitter, childish, nosy, picky, and miserable neighbours. Today you went out of your way to catch Mike smoking cigarettes in the hallway on your way down to do the laundry, even though we ALL know you easily could have taken the elevator and gotten to the laundry room directly. Do you enjoy spying on us, in addition to playing your little "revenge" games? Good for you! Now I'm sure you can't wait to tattle on us for smoking where we're not supposed to, so you can have something else against us. And you know what? I don't even give a fuck anymore. You're retired, you're home 24 hours a day, and you have nothing better to do. So you know what? Knock yourselves out, because I am so beyond caring at this point. I want to say that I hope you don't mistake this music for me trying to "get back" at you or anything like that, because I refuse to drop to your level. At the same time, I really don't care how you "take" this music, because you freak out at every little thing we do anyway, so what's the point? It's Christmas Eve, I've been up since about 7:30 AM thanks to you, I feel like shit and I've spent a very, very long time constantly lowering and lowering the volume on every piece of electronic equipment we own just to get you to shut the fuck up and not call the police on us. But tonight, I don't care. I'm allowed to enjoy my music every once in awhile, and I'm allowed to want to block out the sounds of your relentless CLOMP-CLOMP-CLOMP-ing. So if you don't like it, you can take these drums and shove them up your old, bitter asses. You may have the advantage of being in the upper apartment and having the top of floor and wear shoes all day long and be assholes about it, but in the long run, I have a bigger advantage--my youth! From now on when you play these dumb little games of yours, I'm going to remember how a good chunk of your bitchy lives are already behind you. :) I, on the other hand, have many many years to look forward to--barring tragedy, of course, but when those types of things happen, you guys being asses to us will be the least of my problems.
You may have the upper apartment, and the upper hand, but I have my YOUTH. So suck on that, and Merry Christmas. :)
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I know I always say how much I LOATHE letter-forms as LJ posts, but as anyone who knows me well could probably attest to, I tend to engage in activities, language and lifestyles that I insist I hate. Hey! At least I didn't sign the letter with the annoying "no love, me" cliche. :P
