this is fucking wonderful. so i had a nice evening, got some laundry done, got the boy to sleep in his own bed, read some of the new adbusters. just turned of the light to go to bed at 10:45 when a car pulls up at the neighbors blaring "santeria" by sublime. okay so imagine this: quiet Northbrea neighborhood, late night, elderly folk and families with children, cars go down the street maybe once every 15 minutes. not a sound but jets overhead and the wind. and then some assholes get in and blare their music like they own the whole fucking street. it is LOUD and they let the entire rest of the song play out. THEN they go into the house. Being new to the area i thought maybe some teenagers or college kids crashed their parents house while the 'rents were out of town. yeah, whatever, except my bedroom window is right next to where their soundsystem in their livingroom must be. and i'm tired and just turned off the lights. i tried to let it go and tried to get to sleep. couldn't. so i went over to let them know that they were being obnoxious and could they please quiet down. well, it turns out the master of the house answers the door and gives me a spiel about that's why he owns his own home and they don't do it too often but it's Diane's last day at her job. Mid thirties, but the OLD type. The type that wish/think they are cool but they are not. The nuevo-yuppies. The survivors of the dot com bubble burst. The self righteous, self centered ME crowd. Hey, I appreciate a good party as much as the next person. But not necessarily at the expense of others. At least I try and have some fucking couth about it and keep it to the city or the flatlands. He didn't even fucking apologize. Actually, 15 minutes after i was over there they played santeria again, from inside of the house, loud enough that i could hear the lyrics, and their BAD drunken singing. Not even the fucking courtesy to apologize. Or the decency to act cordial. Like they have a right to keep up the entire neighborhood just because they pay a mortgage. News flash! You're not in the fucking boondocks. These houses might as well be built on top of each other! They switched to what must be Nirvana by the bass line. They are lucky I like their music, although it irritates me that such prats should be allowed to listen to these bands. Now they are in the backyard yattering. I came back to the house shaking and almost to the point of tears because I was so pissed off and apalled at the rudeness of these people. I nearly called the police but had the sense to take a couple xanax instead. sure, have you're fucking party, i'll just further my drug dependent sleep abnormalites so you can have a nice time. welcome to the neighborhood. i'll tell you this much though...I will damn well make a point to park on the street in front of their house. These are the people who are apparently testy about how many cars are parked on the street. As far as I know the sidewalks belong to the city. So they can go suck a big fat cock. I'm not humouring their parking paranoia after this little incident.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

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