The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

Hypothetical situation for y'all:

Lets say you have a neighbor in your apartment complex who blasts his radio at 2:00 am every night, to a high enough volume where you can hear it through your bedroom wall and it impedes your ability to sleep.

Talking to him has accomplished nothing, as he flat-out denies being loud.
Talking to the superintendents and the cops have accomplished nothing, as they make promises they consistently fail to follow up on.
Banging on the wall has accomplished nothing, other than him telling your roommate the next day that if you "bang on the wall one more time he is making a complaint to the superintendents".

What do you do?

Jesus christ, I would absolutely lose my mind if this was happening to me. Ear plugs?
 
I'm wondering if I should buy a frozen pizza or make my own. The former is quick as fucking shit but the latter can be way better. I would have to buy all kinds of shit though I'm not even sure if I have flour.

EDIT: Fuck I can't be fucking assed to do so much. Yesterday I went to the pub at like noon and had 10 beers just like that, sitting there and having one after another. I'm kinda fucking tired tbh.
 
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Lol not much man, just remembered that I ordered their new one ages ago or a while ago and remember how they/ local scene used to act all high and might when I was young. Fuck em I wanna smack them in the face lol.
They don't know me and I don't know them but I paid for their cd, Fucken assholes.
 
Listening to my upstairs neighbor puke for like the 40 time the last two weeks. Pregnant, obviously. I suspect she's already had a child taken away from her from the state--our mail was mixed up a few times and for a period of a few weeks, I heard a child running around at 12AM on the weekends while she did whatever above my bedroom.
 
She's not bad looking. Her name is Denell (D'uh-nell, for you EUs, aka Aussies). She laughs nice-like. Also smokes blunts. During the mail mix-up fiasco, I knocked on her apartment door at like 5PM and she answered a minute or so later wearing one of those blanket-things that have holes in them. Maybe I saw her nipples. Maybe not. I suspect that she could be a prostitute because of her work schedule (this only came to me a couple of weeks ago), but then perhaps I'm just being a white non-regular-work-schedule-asshole. Who knows? I know she's paying for her apartment alone, however, given the fact she's always awake until 5AM and frequently having men I've never seen before arrive (Indeed, I am a white man who can distinguish black faces).
 
It's saturday morning. I'm going to peg myself and then have a glass of wine. Me and my girlfriend are invited to some lunch as my grandfather turned 85. It's an Italian place so I'm probably gonnu have beers and a pizza. Oh well.
 
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Sipping on some brandy and listening to Rama. Wishing I had the freedom to get high whenever I wanted. I have edibles sitting in the fridge but I limit myself to breaks between semesters. Maybe spring break this time.