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Hey, Mrs. Wolowitz! Shut the Fuck Up!!
Hey, Mrs. Wolowitz! Shut the Fuck Up!! The longer I live above the Downstairs Nightmares... the more I realize I can't fucking stand them. I was sleeping pretty sound last night when the sound of hands drumming on the windowsill downstairs woke up. "JACK! JACK! I need help getting up!" What the hell?!? I lay there and listened to her yell for what seemed like an eternity when I realized... I'm living above Mrs. Wolowitz. The only thing missing was her yelling about sex criminals. Although, I must say, her husband kind of looks like one.... No need to fear them at the door when you're living with one. I ended up getting up and heading out into the living room, hoping for a little break from the circus, only, it followed me out to the living room. Before I knew it, there was crashing and banging in the kitchen below me and the garbage disposal was going. Really??? No rest for the weary they say... Or is it the wicked?? Either way, I probably fall into both categories. Lately I feel as though I'm going to hell in a handbasket. A handbasket without a drink carrier and my fountain pop has spilled all over the front of my shirt..... |
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They never go anywhere... so it might be a challenge to insert a Stewart. I don't think a Stewart would want to be a part of that mess. As for being here.... I dont think there is a single person in my real life that would believe I frequent a site like this. People develop a image of me in their mind and it's hard to see me, the real me, that is human and flawed with needs and wants. One of my coworkers was embarrassed to have me meet her husband because he worked in the food industry. He was a nice guy and had a job, treated her well, isn't that really all that matters? Sorry, but when you phrase it, “insert a Stewart,” my mind goes all sorts of terrible places. Well, knowing people on different levels does sometimes lead to an incompleteness-skewed perspective. I don’t imagine you’d necessarily want everyone in your life to know you in the way that we get to see you here. However, at least the odd person, IRL? Might make the “needs” feel less needy, burrowing down deeper and deeper into your mind? Why would she be embarrassed? Sounds like he was a good fit with her, and there’s nothing wrong with that. -- allgud69xxx Yeah ... that's right ... I went there .. Wanna msg, but can't - my Postbox blog Another way to say hi my Postbox
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the apt complex i am about to move out of is well padded. when i lived in the old building i don't recall hearing the person above or behind me. in the current apt i can hear them vacuum. and the neighbor across the hall i can hear his music.
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Living with that downstairs nightmare is enough to drive you to drink....even though you tend to spill half of it
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Ahhhhhhh apartment living, I don't miss it!
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the apt complex i am about to move out of is well padded. when i lived in the old building i don't recall hearing the person above or behind me. in the current apt i can hear them vacuum. and the neighbor across the hall i can hear his music.
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Living with that downstairs nightmare is enough to drive you to drink....even though you tend to spill half of it
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11/23/2020 4:09 am |
Ahhhhhhh apartment living, I don't miss it!
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I've lived here since I got divorced.... it actually wasn't a long term plan, but I got comfortable. It's time for me to move on, but, I'm kind of scared to leave my comfort zone. I think you know it is time to bite the bullet, and look for another apartment, or better yet a house, if you can afford it Please visit my Blog "Older but no Wiser"
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At least you’re prepared for the wet tee shirt contest in hell.
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our neighbors throw parties all the time. but last night they were on the porch which is next to my master bedroom. i finally moved to the living room to get some sleep. odd. i always felt things were noisier with an apt above than below. sorry you have crazy people below!
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I can't believe you have not moved, the smoke alone would have been enough for me. Good neighbors are a overlooked blessing.
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At least you’re prepared for the wet tee shirt contest in hell. My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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our neighbors throw parties all the time. but last night they were on the porch which is next to my master bedroom. i finally moved to the living room to get some sleep. odd. i always felt things were noisier with an apt above than below. sorry you have crazy people below!
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I can't believe you have not moved, the smoke alone would have been enough for me. Good neighbors are a overlooked blessing.
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That reminds me of the time back in my teenager years in high school. We lived in an apartment on the lower floor. There was this mean ugly old lady who was always bitching about everything and everybody that lived in the apartment above us. She always talked very loudly, I suppose it was because she was hard of hearing. Her unfortunate grand daughter lived there with her. As with most apartments we could always hear when she or her granddaughter would run the vacuum and hear her yelling over the sound of the vacuum. But there was frequently another sound that came from upstairs in the bedroom area. A deep penetrating buzzing sound. When we first moved in us kids would hear this buzzing sound that came from the bedroom above and that never seemed to move to any other part of the apartment and we of course came to the conclusion that it must be old lady La**** with her vibrator. We never heard any other sound like talking or her thumping footsteps when this sound was heard. Of course me and my brother would speculate about what kind of vibrator she had, given how loud it seemed from the bedroom below. Wondering whether it was an industrial strength vibrator or maybe a suped up adult version of the sit and spin or possibly an exercise bicycle with a personal attachment. Other than the buzzing it was blissfully quiet during her "exercise routine" and for a little while afterwards.
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Some people are more sensitive to sound than others. I used to have a neighbour who didn't like my sound system. I told him he was being overly attentive. He preferred to periodically get the second opinion from the police. That fucker moved away... and I've changed my musical tastes over the years with a preference for softer sound - in my home. Oh and... the kids moved out.
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Neighbours from Hell I've only live in 2 apartments, that was when I was living in Hamburg, fortunately I had good neighbours
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It seems like about 50% of people nowadays seem to have no awareness that there actually are other people around them. Do you think there would be a way to introduce a Stuart-like person into the Nightmares’ lives? That oughta, if the truth of the show is actually absolute, make Mrs. W happier? And quieter?!? What would she think if she knew her upstairs neighbor was on a site like this ... ?
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That reminds me of the time back in my teenager years in high school. We lived in an apartment on the lower floor. There was this mean ugly old lady who was always bitching about everything and everybody that lived in the apartment above us. She always talked very loudly, I suppose it was because she was hard of hearing. Her unfortunate grand daughter lived there with her. As with most apartments we could always hear when she or her granddaughter would run the vacuum and hear her yelling over the sound of the vacuum. But there was frequently another sound that came from upstairs in the bedroom area. A deep penetrating buzzing sound. When we first moved in us kids would hear this buzzing sound that came from the bedroom above and that never seemed to move to any other part of the apartment and we of course came to the conclusion that it must be old lady La**** with her vibrator. We never heard any other sound like talking or her thumping footsteps when this sound was heard. Of course me and my brother would speculate about what kind of vibrator she had, given how loud it seemed from the bedroom below. Wondering whether it was an industrial strength vibrator or maybe a suped up adult version of the sit and spin or possibly an exercise bicycle with a personal attachment. Other than the buzzing it was blissfully quiet during her "exercise routine" and for a little while afterwards. Vive La Difference
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that's tough hard to sleep with all of that racket "ain't no rest for the wicked" Cage the Elephant - "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" walking down the street when out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching me She said, "I never seen a man, who looks so all alone And could you use a little company? If you can pay the right price, your evening will be nice But you can go and send me on my way" I said, "You're such a sweet young thing, why you do this to yourself?" She looked at me and this is what she said Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back Though you know, I wish I could Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good
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Some people are more sensitive to sound than others. I used to have a neighbour who didn't like my sound system. I told him he was being overly attentive. He preferred to periodically get the second opinion from the police. That fucker moved away... and I've changed my musical tastes over the years with a preference for softer sound - in my home. Oh and... the kids moved out. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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that's tough hard to sleep with all of that racket "ain't no rest for the wicked" Cage the Elephant - "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" walking down the street when out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching me She said, "I never seen a man, who looks so all alone And could you use a little company? If you can pay the right price, your evening will be nice But you can go and send me on my way" I said, "You're such a sweet young thing, why you do this to yourself?" She looked at me and this is what she said Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back Though you know, I wish I could Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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It seems like about 50% of people nowadays seem to have no awareness that there actually are other people around them. Do you think there would be a way to introduce a Stuart-like person into the Nightmares’ lives? That oughta, if the truth of the show is actually absolute, make Mrs. W happier? And quieter?!? What would she think if she knew her upstairs neighbor was on a site like this ... ? -- allgud69xxx Yeah ... that's right ... I went there .. Wanna msg, but can't - my Postbox blog Another way to say hi my Postbox
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HOWARD!! ARE YOU PLAYING WITH YOUR FRIENDS?? I don't have anyone living below me...not even the Mrs!! I haven't always had such terrible neighbors down there. When I first moved in here there was a single mom, like me, with a couple of kids. I've noticed, the tenants who work for a living tended to be the better neighbors.... The ones down there currently never leave, they must be living on disability or something. They are loud, obnoxious, smoke like fiends, and their dogs are annoying.
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Neighbours from Hell I've only live in 2 apartments, that was when I was living in Hamburg, fortunately I had good neighbours Please visit my Blog "Older but no Wiser"
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