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21 March 2006 @ 05:12 pm
Some of you might recall stories of the fucktard living upstairs -- a.k.a., noisy fucker.

Well, as my lease is up soon, I went by my apartment office today to (a) tell them I'd have enough (actually, I'd had enough a while back, but hadn't bothered to tell them), and (b) give them notice that I was moving out. I liked them enough (meaning the people in the office, not noisy fucktard) that I was more than willing to talk to them about transerring to another property, but as long as I was moving, I wanted to make certain upgrades (maybe get a little more space, and definitely get washer/dryer hookups). It wasn't just a matter of liking them, of course -- having gone bankrupt a couple of years ago, going through any credit approvals would be kind of a pain (not really that worried, honestly -- worst case, I have enough in the bank just to pay six months in advance or something -- but I'd want to avoid that if possible).

Anyway, turns out there's another section of the complex that has washer/dryers -- and not just hookups (meaning I wouldn't have to shell out another $30-40/month for a rental). So, it looks like I'll just be moving across the complex to get pretty much everything I want (washer/dryer, a little more space, and getting away from noisy fucktard). Mind you, I'm still pissed at noisy fucktard for not being able to just be lazy and stay put, but, well, the move will improve things a bit (and force me to go through my stuff once again to get rid of yet more junk). Of course, it will also probably cost me another $150/month to upgrade (a lot less if I got the same size apartment). But I can afford it.

Third floor this time, dammit.
In the mood: annoyedannoyed (but better)
Now playing: Jean Michel Jarre - Chronologie 4
Laurel Amberdineamberdine on March 21st, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah, I'd wondered what happened with those... *ahem* people.

Sounds like a good solution. Yay.
cleo: devilulittleegypt on March 22nd, 2006 05:22 pm (UTC)
Unfortunately "noisy fucktards" (I love that description by the way!) are one of the curses of our planet. The noisy fucktard who has music so loud in their car that your windows vibrate, or the noisy fucktard in the hotel room above you that sound like they are either bowling or re-enacting the complete Broadway production of STOMP. Glad you got a better apartment!
Douglas Triggs: cateyesdoubt72 on March 22nd, 2006 09:18 pm (UTC)
Well, not quite yet. But soon. Soon!