DJ 412 is going DOWN

I like to make up nicknames for my neighbors (obviously). Well, I've got a new upstairs neighbor that I've affectionately named "DJ 412" (as in apt. 412).

This bastard house music loving serving industry slacker is FUCKING. GOING. DOWN. (No offense to service industry folks in general, this guy just takes the cake...quiet upstairs from 3 p.m. to 11:45 p.m. and then it starts right back up again.)

If there is one thing you don't want to do to this woman, right here, it's stand between her and those few hours of precious sleep she gets at night. And you, Mr. DJ, blasting your damn trance party at midnight last night as I was going to bed....well, that was the last straw. I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR.

So, DJ 412, after enduring a week of this bullshit....



....I have filed a complaint with the property manager, who was to leave a notice with you today. And if said DJ doesn't comply, for whatever reason, there are apparently further steps in place to shut the fucker up. As in, gets a second warning with a certain number of days to comply, after which he can actually get evicted.

Now, I've been an adult about this, have been asking very nicely, but if this idiot continues to screw around with my quiet time, well....let's just say that I can virtually breathe fire if I'm irritated enough. But, hopefully this dragon lady won't be coming out anytime soon. (I mean, if the guy was playing something good, I wouldn't be complaining near as much.)

Here's to hoping....

Song of the day: "Meddle" Little Boots (don't meddle with this lady, asshat DJ)