Tuesday, February 7, 2006

Let the fun begin

I get home yesterday after work and see there is a little index card stuck under my door. It says:

Hello - my name is Donna A--- and I'm your next door neighbor in 209. I
think it's important for us to meet to discuss certain issues (in private) that
seem to be creating problems.When I moved here, I met with all my neighbors to
introduce myself and announce that if there were any problems or disturbances to
call me directly at (left phone #). This has alleviated all issues.Anytime
one calls the police, it only makes a bad situation worse. And I am tired
of them waking me up from a sound sleep to address your sound issues, when there
aren't any.I suggest we meet at the best time to discuss this matter.It
obviously needs immediate attention.Sincerely,Donna A--- Call me (phone
#)


All I can say is and I'm pretty pissed off. I haven't contacted her yet because I knew I'd be angry and sarcastic and I possibly would have stomped on her foot and kicked her shin.

I'm gathering together everything I've documented so I can show her these issues that are not existent in her drunken mind. I will stick only to the facts. I've got so many things to point out that my mind is in overload.

To top it off, last night I could here the guy just being an ass to her. Calling her names, telling her she barks but doesn't bite. "Why don't you go get the laundry you piece of shit and while your at it go talk to the neighbor. Have you talked to them yet? No? Because you're a fucking wimp. Wimpity wimp wimp!" I felt like going over there and telling him 'why don't YOU come talk to me?!' He goes on "I can't even watch TV. I'm tired of the police coming in and standing next to me while I'm watching TV." I laughed at this.

I'm not sure I have the patience to communicate with them. I'm also wondering what she means by meeting "in private".

I know my argument is rock solid, it's just keeping calm, mature, and organized.

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