As cliche as this may sound, my upstairs neighbors are having a loud party, and it is really annoying me. At 3am. On a Tuesday, or I guess, Wednesday. Granted, we have some loud, raucous parties of our own occasionally, where I’m sure it sounds like a parade of bulls from below, however, Tuesdays are not typically associated with this kind of noise producing behavior. So to the people that kindly live above me, please find some other fun activity to do during the week, that doesn’t involve throwing your fat asses from one end of your apartment to the other. Also, “Californication” is a terrible song, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers suck.
If I was convinced that my roomate was awake (he’s either the world’s heaviest sleeper, or will be extremely tired at work tomorrow), I’d knock on his door and go upstairs and actually say something, like a big loser a-hole. But I’m scared to go alone, and judging from all the hootin’ and hollerin’, and the weight behind those massive foot stomps, I’m guessing they all look something like this:
Or perhaps this:
Yes, I just had time to google image search “fat cowboy hicks” and “fat scary monsters” because that is what this is reminding me of and it is THREE O’CLOCK IN THE GODDAMN MORNING. I will now turn off my computer and think of ways to make noise travel up during our next party, including quite possibly, a group keg toss towards the ceiling at 6am.
Someone just said “wazzuppppppp,” a cultural reference which I hope someday not to understand. I may go up. I just e-mailed my roomate to check and see if I’m dead in the morning.