To the people who live in my building. I don’t know you, but I know your names because you scream at each other almost everyday. Sometimes in the afternoon, sometimes even at 3 in the fucking morning. If you fight that much should you really be together?!? You sound like you hate each other every fucking day, and I don’t ever hear any loud make-up sex! Sorry if screaming at oneanother is YOUR daily routine, stop making it MINE to hear it!!
—needs earplugs
This article appears in Jan 28 – Feb 3, 2010.
Anonymous note time!
Don’t feel bad about getting up in their business, they make it everyone’s business when they scream constantly.
Use their actual names…
“Dear so and so, break the fuck up already, I’m trying to sleep.”
Something like that.
I love make up sex noises!
Call 911 and report what you think is a domestic abuse or murder going on. Create more drama….it’s makes it fun to watch.
I’m with Sebastian. If they do this at 3 am…report a domestic violence in the building.
That will scare some sense into them.
I’m with sebastian on the entertainment aspect.
If I’m going to be kept awake all night it might as well be interesting.
However I doubt a police call will actually scare them out of fighting.
heh, wouldn’t it be great if after the cops arrived you went outside your door with a bag of popcorn and leaned up on the wall outside their apartment, casually munching on popcorn with a huge smirk on your face.
Probably not a great idea, but still…
nothing that a nasty fucking snear won’t give one or other or even both.the next time you get a chance,play some real loud obnoxious music,wait til they come to complain,then tell them,that you didn’t bitch at them,when they go at it.if they say anything to you after that,tell them,you’ll just keep calling the cops then,til one or both are locked up.
fallingangels….I like the popcorn idea, except i don’t like popcorn.
Would you mind terribly if we used your idea & brought nacho’s instead ?
I remember lying in bed night after night listening to a couple fight (I think it was during the two months I lived at Brunswick Towers). It always ended with her screaming, Are you going to hit me/Why don’t you hit me/Go on, just hit me…over and over for weeks. Me, one of the biggest advocates against using violence as a solution, finally thought one night, Just hit her already! And he did. Then I had to listen to weeks of, You hit me!/I can’t believe you hit me/Why’d you hit me?
I learn a little lesson there about the necessity of separating a one-time-only driven-to-the-point-of-insanity shove or slap from actual abuse. (Although, I do think that he should have left her long before the situation escalated to the point where he found himself hitting her.)
Nacho’s are even better = )
substitute nachos with Nibs and I’ll be there.
Sweet, I have the popcorn, more the nachos and zZz the nibs, bring some lawn chairs to set outside the apartment and we can call the cops on a cell. = )
bring some nibs and I’ll be there
munching away on a lawn chair
trying hard not to stare
for on the knob are underwear
is it that they just don’t care?
or that their love for hate is all they bare
for cops to show would not be rare
as they scream in the night air
-zZz
sweeeet 🙂
If you can handle it, step right up and make them angry while you complain about them being loud. It might be the nicest thing you could ever do for them. Feuding factions often unite in the face of a common enemy.
jesus guys,everyone forget to bring the fucking beer.
This sounds like a job for Savage Love!!!