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[blissfish]

If I were to break into my upstairs neighbors' apartment and install a track system along their ceiling, going everywhere they need to go on a given day, and them mount them to it by rollers upside down so they can only get around their apartment by walking softly on their hands - is that a crime, or an art project?  Both?

Oh my god, you people - take your boots off and stop stomping everywhere!  You rattle the stuff in our kitchen cabinets when you go tromping through yours.

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[blissfish.livejournal.com]

Our last upstairs neighbor was noisy, but these folks - I don't know what they do to walk that hard. I've gone up to ask them ever-so-nicely to please stop wearing the lead platforms and dancing the jitterbug kthxbai; they are small people. I'm far from small and have never had a noise complaint from an upstairs neighbor. I know skinny people don't move around with the same sort of constant self-consciousness fat people do, but for crying out loud. Yeah, they even scare the kitten on a fairly regular basis, and she's a teenager who's not afraid of anything except the carpet-sucking monster.

They're even noisier tonight than they were this afternoon.

I want a house.

The SQUEAKY? Oh, I hope it was an exercise machine. The moving out makes it all seem so furtive, though. The joys of apartment living, yo.

[blissfish.livejournal.com]

I've never had a noise complaint from a downstairs neighbor, either. Oi, my brain.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

The same day I banged on the ceiling, I went outside of the apartment to take trash to the dumpster or something, and saw him coming out of the apartment with two women. If it wasn't an exercise machine, I begin to suspect why it may have been so loud.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

* I just remembered that a few weeks ago, on another forum I read, someone posted to complain that their downstairs neighbors had asked them to stop her child from bouncing on this swing-thing that's fixed in a doorway of their apartment. She was all huffy that they'd deny her child this pleasure of his, but I had no sympathy whatsoever as it didn't occur to her to either (a) put some padding under the swing to muffle it or (b) ask them when they would be out of the apartment at work so she could work out a schedule for letting her kid use the bouncy swing thing. Both of which were suggested by other members of the forum.