fuck Michael Jackson

I hate my god damn neighbors. Hate them. And it's not even one house of people I hate, it's three. With a severe dislike for some of the other people on the street.

Is it just me, you ask? Is my giant assholeishness colouring my vision? Well let's see:

The people behind me, at least once a month (sometimes more), spend an entire day blasting stereos. BLASTING. Now, I'll concede that with my bedroom being in the back of the house closest to them I get more of it that anyone else, but having left the house on these days I know for a fact that their trash can be heard for blocks. Today they started with music I can't name other than saying if you search Google for 'craptastic music' it'll probably come up on I'm Feeling Lucky. After that some 'Peanut Butter Jelly Time' (I am not kidding) and, currently, a super Michael Jackson playlist of unending horror. It's killing me.

The rest of the time? They have their yappy dogs outside constantly, who come up to the fence and torment my yappy dog and the bark off begins until I force mine into the house. And when it's not the yappy dogs it's the yelly kids. The type who come up to the fence then run away screaming because 'THEY HAVE BIG DOGS!'

They're really bad on occasion, with minor annoyances daily, but but it's the people to the east who are worse on a daily basis. Yes, they too blast music on occasion but it seems to be kept to holidays. No, their problem is that they have a dog they do not take care of. He spends the day and night tied to a tree which, shockingly, leads him to barking nights for attention he does not ever receive. And he's not a yappy dog, he's a giant dog that sounds like he's 100' tall when he barks.

The people across the street? Just generic assholes. There's about 100 people in the house, it seems. The teens-20somethings randomly take out a basketball hoop and put it in the street, driving my dogs nuts. Plus the patriarch is all overly friendly. But that's just a me thing. I have no reason to say 'hi' every time I frakkin see you.

The police have been called on both the people behind and to the east of me. A noise complaint just today did absolutely nothing. The music didn't even lower for a short time. Loud loud loud. I'm giving them until 8 to cut the shit before I call again, though. The people to the east have had the humane society at their place, but so far nothing has come of it. They were just there a few days ago, though.

The people to the west, you may ask? Actually decent people. They, like me, keep to themselves. They have a dog, but when he gets to barking at my dog and starting a war both he and I are quick to break it up so as not to annoy the hell out of the neighborhood. Good. Guy.