Attempting to Salvage my Karma Points…

January 1, 2010

Dear Neighbor upstairs,

Yes, you, the one with the fucking karaoke set that has been going on since about 8pm tonight. It was somewhat amusing at first. Your seemingly drunken warbling (I pray to god you are indeed drunk because that warbling? Would be horrific on a sober person) amused me for the short time between 8 to 10 pm while I was almost delirious from running a fever. Then it got fucking old. Especially with the recorded hoots and applauses that must have come with your karaoke CD thing. You’re not really helping with my new year’s resolution to not respond in kind to negative behavior from others because I’m here, sick as heck, having a hard time trying to wind down to sleep but you just keep singing and singing and singing. Its like having a fucking getai above my house, channeled down the airwell. All that’s missing is the auctioning, bright lights and bad, sequinned spandex.

So for fuck’s sake, can it. I know its the new year and maybe your resolution is to see how much you can annoy the heck out of us before one of us comes up and shoves the damned machine up your ass but give us all a break ok? The whole fucking estate would like to sleep sometime before it becomes 2 a.m., cut the machine, take a Stilnox and get your ass to bed. In return, I’ll try and keep my thoughts about hexing you to a minimum.

Love,

alexisthetiny