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Thursday, July 31, 2008
Keep it down!
Neighbor, why must you make me hate you?I know it's summer. I know it's hot. You like to be outside, I like to have my windows open so I don't boil to death in my apartment. But what baffles me is your insane need to break the sound barrior in your back
Neighbor, why must you make me hate you?
I know it's summer. I know it's hot. You like to be outside, I like to have my windows open so I don't boil to death in my apartment. But what baffles me is your insane need to break the sound barrior in your backyard!
if it's not you doing construction at 8 am on a Saturday (finish your goddamn fence-shed-deck combo after 10 for the love of god!), sawing and hammering away like a neurotic beaver, it's you putting your giant boombox on your newly constructed deck and blaring crappy country and hip hop (how do those even mix?) for all the neighborhood to hear.
this is not 1993. the boombox is dead.
if you were out there of an evening having a party? ok I'd cut you some slack. but it's every freaking night- and when I stand at the window to glare and melt you with the power of my mind? THERE'S NO ONE OUTSIDE.
that's right. your boombox is loudly seranading itself. all alone. pissing me off.
you suck. I hope your fence gets termites.
boombox hater
I know it's summer. I know it's hot. You like to be outside, I like to have my windows open so I don't boil to death in my apartment. But what baffles me is your insane need to break the sound barrior in your backyard!
if it's not you doing construction at 8 am on a Saturday (finish your goddamn fence-shed-deck combo after 10 for the love of god!), sawing and hammering away like a neurotic beaver, it's you putting your giant boombox on your newly constructed deck and blaring crappy country and hip hop (how do those even mix?) for all the neighborhood to hear.
this is not 1993. the boombox is dead.
if you were out there of an evening having a party? ok I'd cut you some slack. but it's every freaking night- and when I stand at the window to glare and melt you with the power of my mind? THERE'S NO ONE OUTSIDE.
that's right. your boombox is loudly seranading itself. all alone. pissing me off.
you suck. I hope your fence gets termites.
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