These assholes who live two floors above me are all "star DJs" and find it necessary to blast their music all the fucking time! We live in a building with an open courtyard in the middle which everyone's windows look out on; it makes the sounds of everyone's life available to everyone else. DAY AND NIGHT if it's not one of them, it's the other ones. They get home from working at their various clubs around three, four a.m., when the rest of us have finally gone to bed (it is, in fact, a building full of mostly young people) and start having their rave session with all of their little druggie friends; we can see the glow sticks swirling and hear their stomping; incense rolls out of the window and sometimes they turn on a strobe!

i think they must think they are doing us all a favor by bringing their excellent music to the rest of us! OH MY GOD IT SUCKS! They are terrible at mixing, even if you like that techno bullshit, which I DON'T! Then they get up from their sleep around oh, 2 p.m., when i'm sitting at my desk trying to do calculus or something, or just relax before i go to work, and they ruin the nice sunny afternoon by blasting that shit again. It's like waking up on Saturday morning when you were a kid, all relaxed and happy, and hearing your parents start up the vacuum cleaner or lawn mower. My sphincter clenches up and bile rises in my throat. Believe me, we've all asked them to turn it down, called the cops, and complained to the leasing agent. One time i was so sick in bed i could barely make it to the kitchen; i just started crying b/c my head was pounding and i wanted to kill them. i sent my boyfriend up to tell them to shut the fuck up for once, they said, "OK", closed and locked the door and did nothing. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH SHUTUP SHUTUP SHUTUP!