The goddamn stupidass selfish bitch who lives above me used up every goddamn drop of the fucking hot water this morning. She emptied the goddamn hot water tank. Literally. There is no difference between the hot water knob and the cold water one at this point.

THANKS A LOT ASSHOLE! Not like there's anyone in the whole fucking world but you! Why on earth would it bother me to spend a long and miserable twelve hours at work feeling gritty and filthy?! NO THAT WOULDN'T BOTHER ANYONE WOULD IT!!!

God. The only thing keeping me out of jail for aggravated assault right now is the fact that I'm not going to go into her apartment to injure her.

Oh man. What the hell is with the insomnia, that kept me up till three last night? I know the guy upstairs being a loud ass didn't help, but even so I just could not get to sleep. Hell. I feel like crap. I don't need this!

Overall, this was a great weekend.

tigerphoenix got here on... what, Wednesday night? It's all a blur at this point, but that's correct because I had to work on Thursday.

Even though the sushi didn't pan out, we had fun making the chicken wings and running into people down at the grocery store. The Mage game rocked, and the Eat'n'Park run afterwards was great. I need to create an LJ for Vertigo just so he can rant/vent/talk about everything that ended up happening to him after the game in downtime.

Nature: Thrill-Seeker and being a guy who won't take advantage of hot drunken girls = lots of spending Willpower.

Saturday had an early awakening, but for the best of reasons -- the bitch upstairs was moving out! Gone! Adios! Combine that with some much-needed slack'n'downtime, and lunch with friends... life is good.

Back to work for me, though.

Got woken up around 10:30 or so by the bitch upstairs having a fight with the Pestilient Boyfriend. "I'll smack you! I'll smack you!" My biggest regret is not getting up to close the front door and locking his pansy ass out -- since of course he had to come nancing back up five minutes later.

She's due out in a week. I'm seriously hoping that she stays too long, and my landlord has to call in the police to haul her ass out. Maybe if she left all sort of crap behind, it's considered abandoned and becomes the property of the landlord. Maybe I could buy it cheap!

I think that just used up my optimist quota for the year.

I have come to the conclusion that I must round up everyone I know and get them to move to and live in one central place. I'm inherently a physically affectionate sort of person -- but there aren't many people around here that I actually have the option of exercising that with. I need massive snuggling!

Well, once tigerphoenix gets here, that'll help me burn off some of my snuggle-debt. Until then, I'll survive somehow. Though work isn't going to help -- 11 hour day scheduled tomorrow.

Uragh.

Note to self: Call landlord tomorrow. Bitch.

Yes, I stayed up till 7:45 last night.

No, I don't regret it.

Yes, the stupid bitch woke me up at 1:30 blasting her music.

Yes, I intended to get up then anyway, but it's the principle of the thing.

This is a note to myself, mostly -- to remind me of all the things I need to include in the letter I will be including with my rent check.

Music. Constant music. At ludicrous volumes during the day and only slightly more muted at night, often till all hours of the morning.

Television kept on till 4:30 at night, Friday night.

Conversations conducted in tones of voice more appropriate to a stadium during a busy game than a residential dwelling after midnight.

The stomping. Oh, the stomping. Absolutely no care is taken in either walking around the apartment, nor in traveling up and down the two sets of stairs to get to it -- in fact, they are almost certainly making that much noise deliberately. There's no way it can be accidental. Going along with that -- the incessant thuds of people or things being dropped on my ceiling, literally right above my head. Again, all hours of the night.

Add on to this the fact that I have written several notes to her, as politely as possible indicating that yes, the music, voices, and stomping is entirely audible down here, and yes, it severely disrupts my life -- in addition to all the times I have had to go out and knock on the door at three or even four in the morning -- and that this has been going on since I moved in.

Here's hoping my landlord is actually willing to do something. If not, I'll simply have to call the police every night until she stops or the police tell me they can't help me. I'm not letting my employment, let alone my life, take any more of this shit.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot the time I was woken up at -- four, I think -- by her turning on some hideously loud and awful music, and letting it run.

I have been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for the damn girl upstairs to turn the TV down so I can fucking sleep -- and what do I get? She just keeps turning it up.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

...And now new people have moved in below, who are blasting music or TV or something at incredible volume?

Oh no. Oh fuck no.

I am not being kept up one more damn night.

So how do I explain to the people upstairs that their stomping about at all hours of the morning is shaking my apartment? Why can't I get a break?

If this was in the middle of the day -- I wouldn't care! They could blast music and scream and play football up there and I'd cheerfully ignore it! Why of all things did I have to get a group of people who stomp and scream at two in the morning?!

I need a polite way to say:

YOUR TV IS TOO DAMN LOUD! WHEN YOU HAVE IT ON AT THREE IN THE MORNING, IT KEEPS ME UP! YOU RAT BASTARDS, TURN IT DOWN!!!

Suggestions?

Goddamn motherfucking pieces of shit, blasting their fucking music and fucking talking at the tops of their fucking lungs, as if there's fucking no one else in the fucking world but fucking them. What the fuck happened to common courtesy? Why the fuck am I the only fucking person in the whole fucking world who goes to be before fucking four in the fucking morning? How the fuck did I get myself into this fucking situation again?

I swear to God, I will get this fucking SETTLED if I have to kill them all. If I have to kill them fucking ALL, I will have fucking PEACE when I sleep.

I'd hoped I'd escaped this, but the thumping bass and extremely loud discussion-slash-argument coming from upstairs are pretty clear signs that yes, I am doomed to forever be deprived of a good night's sleep, and yes, my life is meant to be misery, and yes, I'm just so very tired...

I woke up at 4:30 this morning to my next-door neighbor playing music.

Now, staying awake till 4:30, that I can understand. But music? Especially when, in his own words, he has a "large subwoofer"?

And it didn't occur to this nimrod that BASS TRAVELS THROUGH WALLS? "I turned it down pretty low!" he whined. HEL-LO! Take an elementary physics course!

God! Why does everyone suck but me?!