Warning. Intense pissed-offness.
DEARFFFFFFFING GOD WHYTHEFUGGGGDOI HAVE TO PUT UP WI E FU KEIGN BAKHOSUGJSFIJ
Okay. Not pissed-offedness...bloody incoherentness.
Jesus H Christ. I hate this place. I need to get the assholes asshats asshairs asscreams downstairs evicted. Exam quiet hours shouldn't mean "Well, we're still partying, just...y'know...not loud enough so you can FEEL the lyrics being pounded into your skull. Maybe a little quieter."
God dammit.
I'm shaking in anger. Doesn't help that I can't find a single goddam RA in the building. The one on the floor above mine isn't in, the one above that doesn't help anyone out, the one on my floor quit (or will quit. Or has quit but not officially because he's still being paid but he hasn't done FUCK ALL for a couple weeks), and I would have to pass the asscreams (I like that. Good insult.) to get to the one on the floor below.
These asscreams have had TWO letters from the landlord telling them to cease with the loud music. And numerous other warnings. I'm sick of it. I need them evicted, but they WON'T BE.
And god-damn, I hate this GHETTO APARTMENT.
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