To the people residing in an apartment building who talk really loud and laugh about stupid shit: That’s great, but close your fucking windows! Some of you are loud as fuck when some of us are trying to sleep! And some of you are really loud during sex and YOU won’t close your fucking windows either! Have amazing sex, I don’t give a shit, but do you at all realize that possibly everyone in the building can hear you (cuz their windows are open too, after all it is summer). Maybe you want us to hear your moaning and orgasms, or you don’t give a shit, but only perverts (who are likely masturbating to it) want to hear that, seriously. Fuck, I had the TV on reasonably loud, I closed all my windows, and I could STILL hear some girl’s moans and crashing above me! It was kinda funny. I’m by no means a prude (I like sex scenes in movies and all), but come on! If I want to hear (or see) people fucking, I’ll watch porn!
This article appears in Aug 7-13, 2008.
I hear you on the annoyed part. My new downstairs neighbours are college-aged girls who have no consideration for others when they come home after the bars (3-4am) and continue the party on their balcony.Well I had enough of it and at 3:30am today I “lost the grip” on the 5 gallon bucket used to catch the run off from my airconditioner, the bucket tipped over and dumped all the water through the slats from my balcony onto theirs. Apparently they got wet. Just by chance the bucket was full!The landlord chuckled when I said I had lost my grip on the bucket and said to be more careful next time. Apparently she’s tired of them too 🙂
thats a nice burn there, Closet!!!my noisy neighbours got a taste of their own medicine. one day (monday!) i had some friends over from ontario at my place, and those friends just happened to have a noise/grindcore band.. and they did a 12 minute set in my living room. at full volume. people apparently heard it coming up the elevators.sure i wasnt any better than the jerks who had me listening to their untz-untz-untz-untz for months, but (a) taught them a lesson (havent heard anything since), and (b) got to see my favorite band play a show in my living room, to a crowd of confused frat boys (roommate’s party).. best part, no one complained (no cops, no super, no neighbours at the door)…those were the days..
“confused frat boys” hehe, send one my way. I’ll deal with his confusion 🙂