I’m being a bad neighbour, and it’s harder on me than it is on them.

Our downstairs neighbour is on break from school, and as such is home all day long just like me. Not a big deal, except they recently acquired some sort of crazy sub woofer for their noise-making devices. All day long for what seems like the last million years, from the moment I wake up until around 10pm, there’s nothing but BASS coming from downstairs. I can feel it in our floors. It’s a non-stop underlying noise, and it’s driving me insane.

So to drown out the rumbling sounds coming up from my floor, I have my computer speakers going with some loud music of my own. Unfortunately, I have a very bad headache and a bunch of the quease, so all it’s doing is acting as a wonderful passive-aggressive quick fix that makes me want to throw up. Thing is, the bass from downstairs is slowly making me want to kill and I figure listening to some shitty music of my own at least covers up most of whatever the hell it is she’s watching on TV so loudly is.

I don’t really want to complain because we have a good relationship with these people; they have a cute puppy and everything is friendly and lovely. I know there were actual screaming matches and nasty notes left on doors between downstairs lady and down downstairs lady; I don’t want to be another bad neighbour who complains about stuff all the damn time (even though I DO, just not to their faces).

Mostly I am just feeling sad and defeated and useless and ugly and everything just sucks.

Except these:

I don’t care what Ed thinks; those are totally great.