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Guess it wasn't the bass

It was a 3.9 earthquake.

Since one of the upstairs neighbor moved out, the other one has taken it upon herself to blast her music at a high decibel level and at all hours. I had to traipse up the stairs at 4 in the morning to tell her to turn it down. She was drunk and proceeded to apologize for twenty minutes in that stupid-slow drunk way. She turned down the bass nominally. If she does it again tonight, I suppose I'll have to call my landlord tomorrow.

She was impressed that I had a job, which may mean she'll be leaving soon. And, in a flurry of slurred words, she told me that if I had a court date at 9 in the morning, I should let her know the night before, so she can unplug her subwoofer. Sadly, in my small apartment complex, having a court date in the morning is probably not that uncommon (except for me, of course). My two years in this ghetto-ish apartment has garnered many a fanciful tale. I figure I should look at the bright side.

Anyway, at one point, I thought her bass was so loud as to shake my apartment silly. But it was actually the earth shaking my apartment silly. Go figure. I double checked with the USGS, because the USGS knows best. Neither dog predicted the earthquake or noticed its passing. Sub woofers probably mess with their earthquake esp. They mess with my regular sp.

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polyphonicvegan
Jun. 4th, 2008 06:02 am (UTC)
Tell you're on trial for murder and will have court appearances for the next 6 million mornings, or at least as long as the OJ trial.
rinalia
Jun. 5th, 2008 04:06 am (UTC)
Brilliant idea! Would it freak her out if I told her I was on trial for her murder?!? ;)

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