I'm pretty positive that we had elephants move in to the apartment above us. Either that or these people are actively trying to ruin our lives by stomping as loud as humanly possible back and forth through their apartment while slapping their child around and getting the dog excited enough to run back and forth in circles. They are trying to ruin my concentration (or lack of).
This is not the newest discovery in a rather strange turn of events when it comes to who's who of building 680. Just last night I witnessed a rather awkward confrontation between a guy not much older than myself, gripping the leash of his dog while screaming at his girlfriend, who was holding [their?] baby. I am shameless. I think they caught me peering through my blinds at them, which serves me right for thinking they wouldn't notice me through my second story window. But, let's be honest here; what did they think was going to happen while having a very public fight right outside half the buildings' windows? I blame the area around here. Why a 22-year-old would be living with his on-again off-again girlfriend their baby and dog is beyond me, especially if when he's pushed to his limit it illicits shrieks out of him such as "I WILL LEAVE RIGHT NOW WITH THE DOG!" Awk-ward.
Saturday night when all I wanted was some peace and quiet so I could relax with a disc of Gilmore Girls and fall into a melatonin induced haze, the people who just moved in below us decided to host the BET awards. I wouldn't have even considered filing a noise complaint if I didn't already know that these people are not college students and they have small children living in their apartment. My night ultimately consisted of banging the ceiling with my plunger and stomping as hard as possible around my bedroom.
Good Lord, I need to get out of Connecticut.
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