3:39 a.m. - 01-28-2007
Seriously. Not again asshole.
Well...we meet again. This time at 3:39 AM!!!!
I know you're thinking...."geez Joey, why are you blogging at 3:39 AM? Do you have a case of insomnia?"
Why no, but thank you for asking.
I have a case of the neighbors have their movie blaring so loud my walls are shaking! The funny thing is, I wasn't the one who called the cops this time, it was Diane. Although I'm 100% certain they thought it was us, due to Jax having a VERY big mouth when she's pissed.
We found out Diane called the cops because she called me and we sat and patiently waited to hear the BANG! BANG! BANG! of the cops pounding on the door (ohhhh the lovely sound we've grown accoustomed to!) and sure enough that cop banged hard. They told them to turn it down and the asshole starting running his mouth about how no one else complains but us (yeah right, everybody surrounding them has called the cops at least once) and upon hearing that, Jax ran her mouth and told the cops exactly who has complained. Then he said they were moving anyway and the female cop said good, you can save everybody the heartache of dealing with this.
The male cop told them that since they've been out there FOUR Saturdays in a row the next time they came back he would be arrested. Ole asshole didn't like THAT.
So the cops left and he started running his mouth. Jax gets riled up and runs her mouth too so the next thing you know, they are both yelling and cussing at each other through the wall. Lovely. Just lovely.
So I've called once...when he was beating the piss out of her and I have to go testify at his trial on February 6th. Shawn and Laura called last weekend and Diane called tonight plus one other time. Yep, that's 4 times! And tell me HOW in the hell they still live here? Our landlords have been told every single time somebody calls the cops about what they've done. Hell, the owner of the building has even been out here to tell them to knock it off. Does he listen? NOPE! Diane is going down to the office Monday and telling them that they had better get rid of them and soon or else we're all leaving. We are god damned sick of this!!!!! I don't pay god damned $500 a month for a tiny ass apartment so that I don't get to sleep on weekends. (Some of you are like ONLY $500 a month, holy shit! It's Nebraska people!)
So he's currently STILL over there bitching about us calling us rags (damn you suck, L.F. called us fat fucking cunts...take a lesson dude!) and saying he wished he could bust through the fucking wall right now so it's official, we've ruffled his feathers. And I don't care. Do what you wanna buddy, I've got the law on my side.
And yet the same thought runs over and over in my brain....why the HELL is this girl still with him? Having the cops to your apartment every weekend and getting the shit kicked out of you isn't enough?
What will be rock bottom darling, what?
