I thought I would update you all on the soap opera going on downstairs.
Last night, "Aaron" (or possibly "Eric") broke the girl's phone by throwing it at the wall. She yelled, "Get the F--- out of my house!" But, as far as I could tell, he did not go. He stayed until they started fighting again at 5:00.
The fight began with the girl (I don't know her name because he never says it) yelling at Aaron that she wasn't going to take him with her. Where? I don't know because I was not listening at the air shaft. I was, in fact, in my bed trying to relax my muscles so that my strained neck would stop hurting me. He then yelled something to which she replied, "Ungrateful? I'm ungrateful? I pay all the damn rent on my own and I'm the ungrateful one? You're ungrateful!" He then yelled, "I had to borrow money so you could buy guess? What the F---?" And on and on it went.
And at 5:00, it started again with her yelling at him that she had to go to work because someone had to.
And they were still going at it in the parking lot when I left for work this morning.
And they have been yelling off and on since I got home this evening. Every once in awhile, I can hear them over my TV.
I would like to point out that 5:00 AM is way, way too early to start fighting. There should be a rule that no fighting should start until I have at least had my English muffin.
Can I just take this opportunity to point out how happy I am that Ben and I do not have that kind of drama? We're just not drama people. Well, I'm a little dramatic, but he doesn't have a drama bone in his body.
So, yeah, the moral of the story is that I hate my stupid neighbors. They are dumb.
Posted by LoWriter at March 20, 2008 11:30 PM