I get it; you guys are a lot cooler than I am.
There. I said it. Now you no longer need to carry on with the loud obnoxious parties each Monday evening. Your thumping tunes that cause my floor to hum will no longer be necessary. Also, if you wouldn't mind telling the nine people loitering right below my windows to stop talking, screaming, and giggling; I'd like to go to bed. I am a productive member of society who did two, yes two, classes at the gym today and could use my beauty rest. While you're at it, you should tell them to stop smoking. It's killing my plants. You might also, as a good friend, remind them that smoking will kill them and make their lungs turn black and gross. Maybe throw in a few PSAs about gum disease and the harms of second hand smoke. Just an idea.
I don't really mind the public intoxication as long as those intoxicated don't speak. I don't need some drunk guy offering to help carrying in my groceries while he's telling me how I am so young and beautiful. Creepy.
On a final note, please stay away from my car. I know it is a super hot sports car and that the Texas plates make her even more enticing, but I really need her to stay untainted. She's already suffered enough drama in her short life.
However, I am somewhat impressed that you have encouraged nine car-loads of 'friends' that partying it up on a Monday evening in a one-bedroom apartment is a great idea. Kudos to you. But I'd still like to be able to sleep.
Warmest regards,
Your Friend Upstairs (literally)
3 comments:
Party pooper!
been there, heard it, seen it! one downside of apt life!
Jewels, you missing out on your calling! I think you should be writing some column in some swanky newsroom! I think you should have invited them in for FHE. I know that is what I would have done, being so righteous and all ;)
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