Dec 07 2005
crazy French
UGH.
Anyways, the french are fucking crazy. Now don’t get me wrong, I generally like the french. Love the place, the bread (oh the bread), and I guess I like the french because of my boyfriend. HOWEVER, a little incident last night proved otherwise for me.
We have this fucking crazy neightbor downstairs. He claims that ever single noise that he hears is from our apartment. Which is fucking retarded because he lives in a FUCKING APARTMENT. IT CAN’T BE SILENT ALL THE TIME PEOPLE FUCKING LIVE HERE! And whats worse is that our upstairs neighbor is a bit noisy so he gets angry at us for that. He has gone so far as to turn off our electricity, buzzed the apartment at 4 in the FUCKING MORNING and make our lives miserable.
I, bien sur, was unware of all of this because I don’t spend many nights at home. One night, I noticed the consistent pounding he does on his ceiling and I asked Ilona how long it had been going on. She had 3 weeks. 3 WEEKS? I was like fine and let it go.
Oh then he starts buzzing the apartment. Now my appartment is on 11th floor. SO I start running down the stairs. I was so fucking pissed. Then I see his fat little badly-tanned, badly balding ass get on the elevator. So I knew it was him buzzing the apartment. I run back upstairs, and me and ilona start pounding on his door. I start screaming at him in english and he starts screaming at us. We scream some more than his wife comes out and grabs her husband inside.
So I thought it would be the end of that. Then last night, I was being quiet, but I prepared to go out. So i carried my heels to the front door when the buzzing starts again. I pick it up and he’s yelling at. I politely wish him good night asnd hang up. I then leave only to confront him before the elevator. He starts in again about the “noise”.
Ok let me describe him. Think of an ugly italien man in his 50’s wearing a ugly nylon jogging suit. Thats him.
SO I look at him and yell back saying it wasn’t us but the neighbors above. Then I turn to get onto the elevator and then the motherfucker shoves me.
I almost fall and I’m still reeling from the shock. I whip around, take my hat off, smooth my hair, then get up really close to his face and yell “hit me motherfucker”
He backs off and turns around. I follow him, yelling at him to hit me. He shoves me again, then I shove him back, then he shoves me again then I get really close to his face and scream at him to hit me and how fucking crazy he is. He looks angry and scared and threatens to push me down the stairs. He makes a fist, which I ignore and I tell him to throw me down the stairs. He scowls, yells then goes back inside.
I’m so angry at this point i haven’t realized that my nails have been digging into my palms. I turn around and head to the elevator, where I promptly burst into tears.
Alex tells me I need a man to tell my fucking neighbor off. But It makes me uncomfortable that I need someone else to fight my battles. What gives anybody the right to pick on people that they can threaten? I think Monsieur Simone just made his worst enemy.
Drink recette
.46 MAGNUM
1 oz whiskey
1/2 oz Black Label whiskey
1/2 oz Romana Black Sambuca
1/2 oz of whiskey
Mix together and enjoy…
