10:05pm, suddenly the tv downstairs blares loudly. Give it a few, doesn't go down, argue with Visiting Mother about knocking on her door (she doesn't want me to go). Noise gets louder, go downstairs. Knock gently on door, nothing but the sound of Really Loud Channel Surfing, and I knock in the blips of silence in between to be sure she hears me. Not loudly, not obnoxiously. Wait. Ring Doorbell. TV continues to blare, more channel surfing. I'm fuckng shaking because I so do not do confrontations. Knock gently but firmly on door, am about to again, sound goes down, but not off. Takes a moment for the ringing in my ears to ease off and I can tell that the volume is reasonable. Knock again, because I need to ask her point blank where her crazy comes from (I don't really remember what I was going to say or ask). She doesn't answer. Give it a few, give up.
I want to find a new place so fast so a stay-at-home marine dad and his two-year-old rambunctious twins and their yippie dog can move in.
So angry and I just want to cry.
Honestly? Call the cops on her. They might not be able to do shit, but it is doc for your landlord. Hell, I called them tonight because of an innocuous but loud verbal battle I was tired of.
and the cops are trained to deal with difficult people --
Lower Nob Hill/Union Square
Oooh! I know cool stuff over there.
Lesson learnt from ER/GA:
helicopters
are bad news. In other GA news:
::ouch:: Poor Cristina, poor Owen.
Meh, from Grey's I was just like
seriously, can't Christina just...not SLEEP with the man? Like, keep dating him, have sex with him, and not sleep next to him? I mean, yes, obviously he has mad issues, but...if she's just worried about him attacking her in his sleep, that's an EASY fix!
But an empty fix. I mean, she just wanted to be able to do that so badly. In fact, it's
all they used to do.
Oh god, call the cops? Really? I felt like I was possibly abusing 911 when I called in a brush fire off the highway near Cape Cod. "Uh, yeah, hello? Um, there's, like, a fire on 6A between exits 3 & 4, I don't know if you care...."
I feel dumb asking, but for a noise complaint: 911 or get the number of the local station?
Skipping do-I-even-need-to-type-the-yet-again?-time to post that, according to Allyson "Sunnydale Press" Mar 28, 2007 6:37:24 am PDT today is Noah's and Grace's *second* birthday.
Happy birthday, Noah! Happy birthday, Gracie! With lots of wishes for Kat and all your family, as well.
Happy birthdays, Grace and Noah!
I second ita on the bad news, from the long-distance Israel.
And JulieBird, wow. Such a nerve-wrecking situation to handle. Unless the door's locked, I'd just go inside. If not, leave the place and go hang out/sleep over at friends' house, so I won't cry myself to sleep. ~mas.
