I hate my downstairs neighbor Judy so much that I play the second track on tAtU's album non-stop whenever I know that she is home. I just put on headphones if it is annoying me, but most of the time I don't even notice it anymore. Last week, she brough home a friend and the friend left after a half an hour. Judy was crying and cursing at me, but I was just laughing so hard I almost peed myself.

Why do I hate her? Because she knows that she stole my Juicy jeans from the washer, stretched them out with her fat ass, and then snuck them back in the laundry 3 weeks later.