i'm packing your angry eyes, just in case
I am never living in an apartment again. Not ever again. I'll live in a duplex. I'll rent a house. I'LL BUY A HOUSE.
But I am never, ever, in my ENTIRE FREAKING LIFE, living in an apartment complex. I hate them. I loathe them from the very depths of my poor, sleep-deprived soul.
AND YES. IN CASE YOU'RE WONDERING, I AM YET AGAIN TALKING ABOUT THE DOG IN THE APARTMENT ABOVE ME. WHO IS NOW BARKING. AND HAS BEEN FOR FORTY-FIVE MINUTES.
What are these people doing on a Wednesday night that they can't be home to keep their damn dog from barking? At ELEVEN on a Wednesday? DON'T THEY WORK? DON'T THEY NEED TO BE HOME SO THEY CAN SLEEP? SO I CAN SLEEP?
I've called about them twelve times now. And I've talked to the assistant manager of the apartment complex, who called the resident and recommended that he buy a MUZZLE for his dog and leave his dog MUZZLED for eight hours out of the day while he's at work.
*TAKES FLAMING HOT THINGS AND THROWS THEM AT ALL OFFENDING PARTIES*
They shall know the depths of my wrath. Later.
In other, less angry news, spent my entire evening reading everything (Jsquared related) that __tiana__ has ever written and enjoying myself immensely. I got sidetracked in attempting to go through the spnnewsletter entries from while I was gone and made it to... the first one. Which wasn't even one of Tiana's stories, it was something else entirely, but that person had a rec in her livejournal and the rest is history.
And now I'm going to attempt to drown out the barking, jumping dog with ear plugs and the sounds of my bitter, angry tears*.
When I move to Oklahoma, I don't care what it costs. I'm buying a house. The cost of living is cheaper there. Property taxes are cheaper there. And I'll be making a tetch more money than I am now. House will be achieved in a quiet neighborhood with NO DOGS.**
*Or, you know, not so much with the tears and more with the gnashing of teeth and the occasional shouts of "FOR REAL, PEOPLE." at my ceiling. It's fun. You should try it.
**I really don't hate dogs. Really I don't. I don't love them like a love cats, but I do like them quite a bit, especially individual dogs that I've gotten to know quite well. But I hate barking. And stupid owners that shut their dogs up in tiny apartment bathrooms.
But I am never, ever, in my ENTIRE FREAKING LIFE, living in an apartment complex. I hate them. I loathe them from the very depths of my poor, sleep-deprived soul.
AND YES. IN CASE YOU'RE WONDERING, I AM YET AGAIN TALKING ABOUT THE DOG IN THE APARTMENT ABOVE ME. WHO IS NOW BARKING. AND HAS BEEN FOR FORTY-FIVE MINUTES.
What are these people doing on a Wednesday night that they can't be home to keep their damn dog from barking? At ELEVEN on a Wednesday? DON'T THEY WORK? DON'T THEY NEED TO BE HOME SO THEY CAN SLEEP? SO I CAN SLEEP?
I've called about them twelve times now. And I've talked to the assistant manager of the apartment complex, who called the resident and recommended that he buy a MUZZLE for his dog and leave his dog MUZZLED for eight hours out of the day while he's at work.
*TAKES FLAMING HOT THINGS AND THROWS THEM AT ALL OFFENDING PARTIES*
They shall know the depths of my wrath. Later.
In other, less angry news, spent my entire evening reading everything (Jsquared related) that __tiana__ has ever written and enjoying myself immensely. I got sidetracked in attempting to go through the spnnewsletter entries from while I was gone and made it to... the first one. Which wasn't even one of Tiana's stories, it was something else entirely, but that person had a rec in her livejournal and the rest is history.
And now I'm going to attempt to drown out the barking, jumping dog with ear plugs and the sounds of my bitter, angry tears*.
When I move to Oklahoma, I don't care what it costs. I'm buying a house. The cost of living is cheaper there. Property taxes are cheaper there. And I'll be making a tetch more money than I am now. House will be achieved in a quiet neighborhood with NO DOGS.**
*Or, you know, not so much with the tears and more with the gnashing of teeth and the occasional shouts of "FOR REAL, PEOPLE." at my ceiling. It's fun. You should try it.
**I really don't hate dogs. Really I don't. I don't love them like a love cats, but I do like them quite a bit, especially individual dogs that I've gotten to know quite well. But I hate barking. And stupid owners that shut their dogs up in tiny apartment bathrooms.