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    Ok, I get it, it's Valentines day... the day for hot baby making sex. But please dear upstairs neighbors, you have fallen out of bed 3 times now. Waking me up each time... I'm all for having fun but keep it in the bed so I can sleep.

    I must say dear upstairs neighbors, if you are going to continue to involve me by waking me up I'm going to insist that I join in the fun as well... I warn you though, sense I am in a bad mood I shall insist on being top, and no, I won't be using lube... don't like it, STOP WAKING ME UP WITH YOUR FREAKISHLY LOUD SEX SHOW.

    Did I mention I hate Valentines Day?
    If you wish to find meaning, listen to the music not the song

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    I know for a fact my next door neighbor hates me. He wakes up between 3-5 every morning, and bf spends the night every Friday and Saturday......we get home from the bar or going out around 2:30-3.....and add to it that the walls of this building are as thin as wax paper.......
    You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth

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    • #3
      Can't resist: http://xkcd.com/316/
      "Eventually, everything that you have said becomes everything you will ever say." Eireann

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      • #4
        You must live next to my old neighbors.
        Back when I lived in VA ... the guys in the apartment above me... one of them had a new girlfriend who was very vocal.

        either that or he was watching a porn with the volume on really loud.


        the second time... they got the message from the other apartments when... when she finished her screaming, someone else broke out into a round of applause...

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        • #5
          Fortunately, I've never had to live in an apartment, but that doesn't mean I've not had to deal with paper-thin walls and floors myself.

          My old house in CA (where my dad still lives) has such walls. And unfortunately, my bedroom is right beside the kitchen, which happens to have a TV in it. When the TV is loud enough, I can actually make out what the people on it are saying. Same with the radio in the master bedroom. And yes, I've heard...other things from in there too.

          And don't get me started on the hotels I've stayed in...

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          • #6
            I can hear my neighbor's TV every evening.....sometimes it's so loud I can tell which channel it is.
            You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth

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            • #7
              Back when I was still with my ex and my son was still a baby, I used to sometimes hear the couple who lived above me going at it. Their room was right above my son's room. Didn't hear them, they were quiet, but the bed wasn't.

              One time my son was toddling around in his room, and we heard the bed squeeking again. He apparently found the sound amusing and started giggling. I looked up at the ceiling and said, "DAAAAAMMMMN!"

              I guess they heard me, because they stopped quite suddenly. I'm not sure if I ever heard them again after that, and when we ran into each other next time, it was never mentioned.
              Sometimes life is altered.
              Break from the ropes your hands are tied.
              Uneasy with confrontation.
              Won't turn out right. Can't turn out right

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              • #8
                I used to hear the parentals thru our thin walls. ew. the horror. THE HORROR!!!!!
                "Failure is not an option. It comes bundled with your software."

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                • #9
                  http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp08012005.shtml

                  Heehee....
                  Ba'al: I'm a god. Gods are all-knowing.

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                  • #10
                    Last Saturday, in the course of a conversation with the building manager*, I was asked if I was awake at 3 am that morning.

                    "No", says I, in truth. "Why?"

                    "Someone reporting hearing a scream of ecstasy and said it was from your apartment," is the answer I get back.

                    :raised eyebrow: {You see, even if I WERE awake at 3 am, it wouldn't have been me. Loooooooooooooooong story no one needs to know about.}

                    "Well, it's wasn't me, I assure you. And even so, I don't know how I'll be able to look *anyone* in this building in the face for a while."

                    "OK, well tell (MOTH) to keep it down next time."

                    "Will do!!!"

                    "Seriously, though, someone said they heard a scream from your apartment and didn't know if it was pain or pleasure."

                    "I'm telling you, even if it was from this apartment, it wasn't me. I was fast asleep."

                    And then we go back to discussing him picking up the freezer to be delivered to my Mommy's place.

                    *aka my favoritest brother, known in some circles as Armetan.
                    Unseen but seeing
                    oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                    There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                    3rd shift needs love, too
                    RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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                    • #11
                      Oh Becks, why did you have to bring stuff like that up?!

                      :barf:
                      You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth

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                      • #12
                        Blas, if I have to have that festering in my brain, I feel the need to cause others to share my pain.

                        Unseen but seeing
                        oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                        There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                        3rd shift needs love, too
                        RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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