Feb 26, 2005 17:57
Dear lady who lives downstairs:
Please do not play Alanis Morissette at full volume and try to sing along. It's not working out so well.
Dear family who also lives downstairs:
I'm not sure why your children scream all the time, but you might want to look into making that stop. I'm pretty sure they're trying to kill each other.
Dear lady who lives a few apartments over:
The whole neighborhood can hear you when you sit on your balcony, screaming at your boyfriend on the phone in Polish. Just thought you might want to know.
Dear people across the hall:
Whatever you make for dinner smells really good. Please send some of it my way, or stop teasing me.