It was the middle of the day. Liam was at school, Kyle was sleeping, and all of my neighbors had convened in the small, one-bedroom apartment above mine. Continue reading “Dream Journal 1/13/19 | Mini Ladd”
Alright, friends. I need advice. Long rant ahead. Continue reading “Yet Another Bad Neighbor Post…”
Back on the main floor, I made my way to the back of the apartment. All of the rooms I passed seemed to be empty, but I could see a light on in the last room. The walls of the room were glass windows, and I could see a young woman sleeping in the stylish, fully furnished room.
[Hello, friends! For those of you who don’t know, my horrible neighbors from across the hall have finally moved out!
I’m done. So. Fucking. Done.
I’m done. So. Fucking. Done.
Continue reading “Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Neighbors”
Kick, kick, kick.
Kick, kick, kick. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/14/16”
He injected something into my arm, and I passed out. He was leaning over me, working on my eye, while the others watched in silence.
I was in a large warehouse style store, and I was trying to pull something off of a shelf, and a ton of random stuff fell down on top of me. A bunch of people rushed over to pull me out of the pile, and when I came out, my face was covered in blood, and one of the workers started screaming that my eye was missing. I started to panic, but discovered that my eye wasn’t missing, it was actually cracked open, like it was made of glass. Continue reading “Dream Journal 7/15/16 | Blood and Mold”
She started throwing handfuls of grass at me, and the operator told me that police were on their way, then asked me if I wanted anything to drink…
Kyle and I were awoken in the middle of the night by loud hollering and talking outside out bedroom window. I peered through the blinds and saw 3 teenage boys, around 15-16 years old, standing around a car parked on the grass beneath our window. Suddenly, they all turned and stared at me, as I watched them through the blinds. One of the kids flipped me the middle finger, while the others laughed. I walked away from the window and grabbed my phone, ready to call the police. I went to the window to show them that I was going to call the police if they didn’t leave, and one of the kids started taking pictures of me through the window. Continue reading “Dream Journal 6/21/16 | Dream #2: Bad Boys”
Kyle and I were standing in the middle of our living room, but it wasn’t our living room. Everything was set up the same, only larger, and slightly different. Our carpet had turned into black and white, checkered tile, and the ceilings were higher. We had ordered a pizza from some pizza place, which cost us nearly $60, and it still hadn’t arrived, nearly 6 hours later.
Kyle and I were trying to get a hold of the pizza place, but their phone had been disconnected. Kyle was upset, and kept yelling at me to get online and write a negative Yelp review, but I kept telling him to do it himself.
While we were arguing, our door opened, and a random, golden retriever walked in, squatted down, and pooped on our floor. We stood there, completely shocked. At that exact moment, with our door wide open, all of our neighbors came home, and proceeded to look into our apartment. They all started loudly proclaiming that they were calling the realty company that we go through, because there are no pets allowed in our building. We tried to frantically explain that the dog wasn’t ours, but they all took out their phones in unison, and proceeded to call the landlord.
While they were all complaining into the phone, the dog started peeing on the floors. Just then, a middle-aged woman entered the hallway, pushed her way into our apartment, picked up the dog, and walked out without a word. I quickly slammed the door behind her, shutting our neighbors out. I told Kyle to call the landlord to explain, while I cleaned up the dog’s mess. He refused, and said he was just going to play with Liam, who had just woken up from a nap in his room.
We started shouting at each other again.
And then I woke up.
“Write about one of your neighbors.”
My track record with neighbors has been awful up to this point. Roommates, neighbors… both have been awful for me. My college roommate was terrible, then my first two roommates that I had in my first apartment (they were siblings, and then one moved out, the other moved in), were terrible people… and the neighbor we had at that place was an old man who would come over and angrily mow our lawn if we didn’t cut it every single day. I have also had drug dealer neighbors who fought constantly, and who bred very angry pitties. And neighbors who were drunk every night, and tried to start inappropriate conversations with me whenever I came home. I’ve had neighbors with kids who were so rowdy and loud that my decor fell off of my walls, and my ceiling tiles fell down. But… my current neighbors are just the worst of the worst.
I honestly don’t know who I live next door to at this point. I am certain that there is at least one woman, and four children living in the two bedroom apartment that shares walls with my own… but there are so many people constantly coming and going, and taking up our parking spots, that I don’t know who actually even lives there anymore.
Whoever does live next door, they are assholes. All of them. I have two upstairs neighbors as well, and have never had any issues with them, but this lady and her demon spawn… no. No no no.
I’ve had loud neighbors before, but these people are just the worst. I feel like when you live in an apartment building, where the walls are paper thin, there should be a little give and take. You should be more conscientious and considerate of your neighbors, but you should also be more patient and lenient on noise. I am both of these things. They are not. At all.
Now, I have a baby, which makes dealing with unruly neighbors even worse, but even if I didn’t have a baby, they are ridiculously loud. The mom listens to Spanish soap operas at full volume, which I can hear, word for word, clear across my apartment. All. Day. Long. Her kids are just as bad. They all share a bedroom, which shares a wall with my son’s room, and they also have a television, which they listen to at a very loud volume. At all hours of the day and night. Her children are also very loud. They run and scream and bang on the walls at all hours of the day and night, even late at night, after Kyle and I have gone to bed. They wake Liam up at least once a night. Every. Night.
I’ve politely asked them to tone down the noise, and they sort of did. They used to have parties every other night, and they stopped doing that, but now, they are just fucking rude. Like I said, I understand that there will always be some sort of noise leaking through the walls, but if it is 11pm, and my son is screaming because you’ve woken him up for the 3rd time, and I’ve asked you to quiet down, and you didn’t… what is WRONG with you?
It has gotten to the point where I’ve started knocking on the walls, because I am tired of dealing with their rude mother, and I can hear them laughing, and they will pound on the wall right back, and get even louder. WHO DOES THIS? WHY? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
I know that I need to talk to our landlord about it, but what could they possibly do? They aren’t technically breaking any laws, they are just rude and obnoxious. Kids are loud and energetic, believe me, I know… but these kids are just awful. They play on my porch and mess with our grill, and they’ve peeked into our windows before as well. And their mother does nothing to parent them.
So, that’s what I deal with on a daily and nightly basis.
How do you guys deal with bad neighbors?