Hey, it's like a mini NaNoWriMo for fanfic! Congratulations on the story, sounds like you're really cookin'.
That story about the party dudes gets my hackles up. I *hate* that kind of thing. About a year and a half ago they were building a retirement center next to my complex, and it was bad enough to have that noise all day from 6 a.m. to 6 or 8 p.m., but then one Sunday some worker is over there playing his truck stereo so loud that it was vibrating the walls in my apartment. At 7 IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
Couldn't get his attention because he was off god knows where, couldn't yell loud enough to be heard over the noise, couldn't get inside the locked construction site. He finally moved his truck, missing having a rock thrown through its window by about 60 seconds. It was in my hand.
Whew, sorry, I don't know what came over me just there. Rant city, that.
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Date: 2006-04-25 07:34 pm (UTC)That story about the party dudes gets my hackles up. I *hate* that kind of thing. About a year and a half ago they were building a retirement center next to my complex, and it was bad enough to have that noise all day from 6 a.m. to 6 or 8 p.m., but then one Sunday some worker is over there playing his truck stereo so loud that it was vibrating the walls in my apartment. At 7 IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
Couldn't get his attention because he was off god knows where, couldn't yell loud enough to be heard over the noise, couldn't get inside the locked construction site. He finally moved his truck, missing having a rock thrown through its window by about 60 seconds. It was in my hand.
Whew, sorry, I don't know what came over me just there. Rant city, that.