...even this is pushing it.
The dude who lives in the apartment below mine (which used to be filled with fairly charming children and their cool parents) has taken to surfing the net for porn first thing in the morning. And Saturday night. (Somebody needs a date.)
My alarm this morning, which is usually peaceful piano music from the soundtrack to Pride & Prejudice, was over-run by a woman moaning and begging for more and a large quantity of bowm-chicka-bowm-bowm music.
Sigh.
I e-mailed the management company today to find out what the proper protocol is for this sort of thing. They suggested a nicely worded letter as the first course of action.
I can think of a couple choice letters and where Mr. Frisky can shove them. I'd be happy to help.
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