yes, the rumors are true, i am a blogging FIEND.
but on a good note, i dont typically write about man troubles, im more of a comic blogger. writting is good stress relife, and laughter is even better. so hoepfully if you dont like my pics, at least youll find me amusing!
heres my newest adventure for you all to enjoy!
First off, last night was insane for me. I got off work, went to the gym, went to pick up a dvd from a buddy, went to pick up a dog I'm doggie sitting for a month, then went to my friends tattoo studio for our nightly walks- with both my dogs! I got home around 10:30, and didn't even have time to eat. Well as I climb into bed, i realize there is some seriously loud music going on. My window is open, and I realize that not only I, but my entire apartment complex is being serenaded by what sounds like Chinese karaoke. After a few moments of listening, I come to the conclusion that he must be drunk, and it really is a bad karaoke singing "ching chong" whatever. I'm not a fan of Asian music, but this dude, really butchered it. keep in mind, its now 11pm. Well, 11:45 rolls around, and I decide enough is enough, and scream out my wind, "turn off the damn music!" this granted me a few applause. I was feeling pretty confident that would shut it down, but to my dismay, the drunker fool got LOUDER. So, I resort to calling the cops. I'm not a fan of cops, but I'm a "good girl", (haha no really, I am!) and have no problem in particular with them either. So after calling the non emergency line and putting in for a noise compliant, I popped two Advil PMs and buried my head in a pillow.
12:30- my Chinese friend is still going strong
1:00AM- getting worse, and obviously, more drunk. Here several loud noises. Figured the cops showed up, or someone finally decided to off him. Hear a door slam. Can kinda hear music, but it's possible to sleep.
1:25 AM- my phone rings. It's the damn dispatch asking if the music stopped. I was ALMOST asleep. I said it seems to have finally ended. Id check for a homicide
1:30 AM- someone knocks at my door. My two doggies (boxer and a pit) go INSANE. I'm half neked. I grab whatever I first put my hand on in my closet and go open the door to see tow rather attractive police officers standing there. my boxer tries to eat one. I look a bit frazzled, and they inquire if it was me who called. I told them it seems they missed the action, and too bad as it was a lovely piece. I told them they might want to check anyway as I heard several loud sounds. They thank me, give me a strange look and go along their merry way. I'm not sure if it was my hungry dog, or my frazzled self that warranted the look.
2:00 am. Peace finally. I sleep.
the end!
but on a good note, i dont typically write about man troubles, im more of a comic blogger. writting is good stress relife, and laughter is even better. so hoepfully if you dont like my pics, at least youll find me amusing!
heres my newest adventure for you all to enjoy!
First off, last night was insane for me. I got off work, went to the gym, went to pick up a dvd from a buddy, went to pick up a dog I'm doggie sitting for a month, then went to my friends tattoo studio for our nightly walks- with both my dogs! I got home around 10:30, and didn't even have time to eat. Well as I climb into bed, i realize there is some seriously loud music going on. My window is open, and I realize that not only I, but my entire apartment complex is being serenaded by what sounds like Chinese karaoke. After a few moments of listening, I come to the conclusion that he must be drunk, and it really is a bad karaoke singing "ching chong" whatever. I'm not a fan of Asian music, but this dude, really butchered it. keep in mind, its now 11pm. Well, 11:45 rolls around, and I decide enough is enough, and scream out my wind, "turn off the damn music!" this granted me a few applause. I was feeling pretty confident that would shut it down, but to my dismay, the drunker fool got LOUDER. So, I resort to calling the cops. I'm not a fan of cops, but I'm a "good girl", (haha no really, I am!) and have no problem in particular with them either. So after calling the non emergency line and putting in for a noise compliant, I popped two Advil PMs and buried my head in a pillow.
12:30- my Chinese friend is still going strong
1:00AM- getting worse, and obviously, more drunk. Here several loud noises. Figured the cops showed up, or someone finally decided to off him. Hear a door slam. Can kinda hear music, but it's possible to sleep.
1:25 AM- my phone rings. It's the damn dispatch asking if the music stopped. I was ALMOST asleep. I said it seems to have finally ended. Id check for a homicide
1:30 AM- someone knocks at my door. My two doggies (boxer and a pit) go INSANE. I'm half neked. I grab whatever I first put my hand on in my closet and go open the door to see tow rather attractive police officers standing there. my boxer tries to eat one. I look a bit frazzled, and they inquire if it was me who called. I told them it seems they missed the action, and too bad as it was a lovely piece. I told them they might want to check anyway as I heard several loud sounds. They thank me, give me a strange look and go along their merry way. I'm not sure if it was my hungry dog, or my frazzled self that warranted the look.
2:00 am. Peace finally. I sleep.
the end!
suicideking11:
Now I don't feel so bad about my loud, obnoxious neighbors who find it necessary to carry on drunken conversations at all hours of the night. Your story definitely wins, complete with cops, dogs, and even various Chinese elements for just the proper effect! You had much more restraint than I would have had, let me tell you. I think Probably would have asked to borrow the officer's gun to go in search of the nice, budding musician. perhaps your way is better, though. At least you finally got to sleep...Hopefully you don't have to be at work too early in the morning after that mess.
kilcher:
Too funny. What's with all the funny Asian encounters? Haha.