I’m crawling to bed. It’s been a long day and I’m exhausted. I should be sleeping by now. But, my neighbors—aka Satan’s minions—are playing their horrible, loud music again. There’s no need for that level of noise. I don’t care if it makes me a grumpy lady; my windows rattling is not okay.
And they do it almost every weekend and holiday.
I never used to understand how people just lost their minds and committed crimes but now? I have the slightest bit of empathy for people who have lost their absolute shit on an evil neighbor.
Did I mention the karaoke machine? And the DJ plus airhorn?
There are like 10 people in their yard, max. Not one of them can sing. They aspire to Scuttle level squawking, at best. But, still, they party on. Thoughtless, selfish, egotistical assholery.
And, yet … I’ll be grateful for the motivation to succeed—as I’ve planned—and get the heaven out of here. To move somewhere with decent human beings who have basic consideration for others, and an enforced noise ordinance.
And may I have the grace to not keep their names in a little black book and set about thwarting their efforts in every area of life for five generations.
(I may have been Assyrian in a past life. I’m js.)
(Also, how do you change text/background colors in a blog post via the iOS app for WordPress?)