An Open Letter To Roxie, Our Upstairs Neighbor's Grandaughter Who Is Home Alone Until Next Week

[toosuto]

Dear stupid chav neddy fuckwit upstairs neighbor: 3 AM is a poor time to start your stupid chav neddy fuckwit dance party with your stupid chav neddy fuckwit house techno. I hate you and what the fuck drugs were you on that you couldn't hear us knocking on your door, ringing your doorbell or pounding on our ceiling? Because 4 hours of that shit has really got me angry. Angry and really fucking tired and I just got my wooden beating people sticks today. (OK yesterday but but only in that technical sort of way where midnight means a new day becuase 2 hours of sleep does not really make it the next day, just one really long one).


Fuckwit.

Comments

[neepheid.livejournal.com]

You should have called the cops. Try the non-emergency number - 0845 600 5700

Or try http://www.antisocialbehaviourscotland.com (specifically the bottom of this page: http://www.antisocialbehaviourscotland.com/asb/asb_display_la.jsp?pContentID=1446&p_applic=CCC&p_service=Content.show&#five )

[toosuto.livejournal.com]

From here on out we are. Sara is also going to give her a talking to if she's willing to show her face (we left a note through her post box) becuase Gina–the actual home owner–is a fine neighbor and we really don't want anything to happen that will go poorly for her. But really, our sleep is pretty important and apparently Roxie isn't going to bother going to school while Gina is away so: whatever, I'd like to get along with my family and what not, this sort of insomnia turns me into a right bastard.

On a police related note, I was told today that the Grampian police may be looking for crime scene photographers, if it's true is there anyway I could get a good word put in for me?