i hate neighbors!
i try to be a good neighbor and a generally considerate person and it seems to do no fucking good. i bought a little chest for my makeup at ikea the other day and waited until today, my day off, to put it together. its got lots of little nails to hammer (9 small drawers) and i didnt want to be a jerk and do it in the evening when i get off from work. so i wait until 2 today to start and the bitch downstairs complains about the noise! i have 2 1/2 drawers to go and she tells the manager that ive been hammering all day. its 3:22 right now and i half cleaned up about 10 minutes ago. she didnt even have the balls to come up here and say something herself. the manager sent the maintenence guy, who saw how i was so close to finishing. ugh. i swear. fucking people. i even decided to put it together in the living room specifically so i wouldnt be above her bedroom!
ugh whatever.
ugh whatever.