I Hate My Neighbor..
Neighbors - we all have them, whether they live a mile away or just on the other side of a paper-thin wall. So, they're your neighbors, and you have to try to be civil. Or do you?
Do you hate your neighbors? Tell the world about it. Ever "accidentally" cut down a neighbor's bush, or "accidentally" blow fallen leaves into their yard? Ever get a neighbor's mail by accident, and opened it? Ever spied on a neighbor? We want to know!
Neighbors - we all have them, whether they live a mile away or just on the other side of a paper-thin wall. So, they're your neighbors, and you have to try to be civil. Or do you?
Do you hate your neighbors? Tell the world about it. Ever "accidentally" cut down a neighbor's bush, or "accidentally" blow fallen leaves into their yard? Ever get a neighbor's mail by accident, and opened it? Ever spied on a neighbor? We want to know!
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— I Hate My Neighbor —Oh, how I hate my neighbors so fucking much. First of all, they are as noisy as hell! Every single day, they have fucking vistors coming and leaving the house like 100 times. Since they live right above me(I live in an apartment), my fucking neighbors make so much noise going down the steps with children screaming their dumbass heads off too. This is a horrible nightmare that I 'm living in! I really do wish they would move. I just cannot wait until I move from my evil place and move to a peaceful place. #5037 — Comments (1) — 10/6/2009 at 12:32 PM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0) -
— I Hate My Neighbor —I'm in college and I live in a dorm. My hallmates drive me NUTS. They're up at all hours running around and slamming doors and screaming about how this boy likes them but they don't like him blah blah we're so hot blah blah I was SO DRUNK. I get that they're excited to be away from their parents and whore it up, but it's annoying as fuck. Especially when they taped a bunch of newspaper in the hallway where they listed all their names and then tallied the number of times each girl had a walk of shame, a black out, or puked all over herself. The queen of the group who everyone loves lives in the room right next door to mine. She plays the same damn Kelly Clarkson song for hours almost every day and then they all meet in her room to scream and giggle. Well a couple weeks ago the halls were really quiet and all the girls were stressed out - they had midterms and were flipping a shit. The queen next door even yelled at one of her minions for talking too loudly on the phone because she was studying for an exam.
Anyhow, I got back at her that night by having my boyfriend (who goes to another college) over and having loud sex with him for over an hour. Then, in the morning when they were all getting dressed and running around I had loud shower sex with him in the public bathroom. I hope they were embarassed. #5036 — Comments (5) — 10/3/2009 at 6:13 PM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0) -
— I Hate My Neighbor —Just make their lives hell, and be as hellish as you can with the neighbour(s) that gives you nothing but s....t every day!
If they do loud sex, then download some moans and groans, orgasm sounds, or if they play loud music, do this when you think they are catching up on sleep after a hard night drinking or partying.
If they hate incense, burn about 50 of them and make sure the odour flows into their home and yard.
Put on a pumpkin head mask, or a cartoon head mask and look out your window when they see you. #5035 — Comments (3) — 9/29/2009 at 11:50 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0) -
— I Hate My Neighbor —You see moving is also another last resort as I have thought about it.
At the moment I can't sleep, and it is 2 in the morning.
I dream of the country air and the absence of human voices or humans around at all. Only the bird, trees and air around me as I meditate into oblivion. It can happen, I say this to myself several times a day. The fresh air linger in my mind, the trees swaying in the breeze, the colours of the season.
In the city it is a different mindset, the pollution, the aggressive behaviour, the hoons, the parties next door, the doors slamming next door, the voices going on and on and on.
Perhaps I just hate humans in general, their voices, their presence. I don't hate the quiet considerate, respectful humans who obey rules in tenancy agreements, and abide by the certain time policy to allow others to get some peace and quiet. But this is rare in life. It is so rare that one must escape somewhere away from the city and suburbs and live right away from fellow humans because this is the only answer to 'PEACE', THE peace I am talking about is the absence of humans, this is best, no humans are good humans, unless they are respectful and nice humans.
So now, I think we all know what we all need, the few of us who beg for peace and quiet, we want no humans living next door to us, the weazels of society. #5034 — Comments (1) — 9/29/2009 at 11:44 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0) -
— I Hate My Neighbor —Well, psychologically speaking, the mentally ill, the mentally disturbed, the social immoral types, the anti-social types, the beyond help types, the welfare types who just like to muck around . . . .
should these types of 'people' be placed in 'cluster housing', the public housing area where socially acceptable practice to be 'anti-social' is a pre-requisite in their selection process?
Yes, you say, well there you have it, our government is doing just this, making it comfy on welfare, so that druggies and crims can get baby after baby, get $10,000 for the baby, or even carer's allowance, claim disabilities from taking too many 'stimulants', claim they are suicidal, etc, these are the machines our society is breeding, "bad machines".
There is no normal person really, the only normal I can think of is the 'astute', the people who own their own homes, live in plush suburbs, have worked hard for what they reaped, drive nice cars and go on nice holidays, and their kids are nice, got degrees and good jobs, and own their own homes because they saved from an early age, and now they don't have to live with the 'slum' of society.
There you have it, it's called 'luck' pure luck and those that have all this luck are indeed very lucky, they don't have to suffer like we do, the people whose circumstances were beyond their control, who once had nice jobs, but they got sick and now they must depend on welfare and public housing. Most of us deserve Welfare, those that don't are the ones who make life miserable for us who want and need peace and quiet for once in our lives, those who have suffered traumas and losses and grief.
Now, the noise makers are around us, impacting upon our psychological wellbeing and getting us worse than before.
Keep on complaining, keep complaining over and over.
Good luck to all those people wanting peace and quiet in their lives. #5033 — Comments (7) — 9/29/2009 at 11:37 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0) -
— I Hate My Neighbor —My husband and i live in a half a house on the first floor and we have neighbors directly above us and a house of 4 apartments (owned by our slumlords) across the courtyard.
Everyone parks their cars wherever they want, even though we have assigned spaces. The girl who lives directly above us recently had a "friend in need" move in who has sex with her loudly all hours, parks her car in our space,stomps on the floor above us and plays loud music. Before this friend stayed we loved our upstairs neighbor because she was so quiet.
Then we have the people across the courtyard that have seedy people visit (i.e. known drug dealers), have loud parties in the summer in which we hear everything from our bedroom,put a picnic bench in our backyard and put their truck cap on it. Their kids and their friends kids also play in our backyard and have knocked over our chairs and citronella torches. We have spoken to the landlord about all this and all we get is "we already know." so we get the brush off. We have talked to the courtyard neighbors and they were nice enough but don't change a thing. There are even former residents parking their trucks in our parking lot.
The kicker was last summer when my husband and I had our apt windows open (it was hot) and we heard some sounds that turned out to be a tenant's daughter humping her bf on the hood of his car in our parking area in front of the dumpster,only 30 feet from our windows! When my husband yelled at them to go have sex in their own house he got attitude back and then he told them to get the eff out. The next morning the neighbor across the yard admitted it was his daughter.
We like our actual apartment and other than the obvious white trash neighbors the neighborhood isn't that bad. It's actually rural and quaint.
Any advice would be appreciated!!!! #5032 — Comments (4) — 9/27/2009 at 2:31 PM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0) -
— I Hate My Neighbor —I have lived next door to them since 2000. At this point, I could deal with the house in need of painting, or their cars always parked on the street instead of their driveway, or even their occasional noisy late-night drunk fest, but these people...ugh. It started getting ugly about 3 years ago when they got a dog. Of course they never bothered to properly train it, so it is pretty wild. Luckily they did fence in their backyard, so at least said dog is not running loose. However, every damned time they leave their house, this idiot dog stands in the backyard, loudly barking and howling its fool head off for hours and hours on end. They neighbors are often gone overnight, and yes, the dog barks in the yard all night. We have tried everything to get the dog to go back through the dog door and into the house--it will go back in for a few minutes, then it's right back out yowling. I am an animal lover, and I swear, I HATE THIS DOG. I have tried on numerous occasions to discuss it with these idiots, and they obviously don't give a shit. I finally felt forced to report it to animal control, hoping that would finally get through to them. Now they hate us and the tension is getting unbearable. They are still rude and inconsiderate, and the dog still barks. There was an unfortunate incident recently that I won't go into, and now they are writing stupid shit directed toward us on pieces of cardboard, and putting it in their windows. Can you say "trashy"??? WTF? I really, really, really want to move away, but with the economy and housing market being in the toilet, I feel stuck. This situation is causing my family a lot of stress. #5031 — Comments (3) — 9/23/2009 at 4:50 PM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0)
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— I Hate My Neighbor —It's a sad day when a working family has to wait in line while these fucking low life neighbors get to go ahead with there WIC cards and free state debit cards. My neighbor hood was all working family's that did the rite thing. Then they started moving in... just a few at a time so you wouldn't notice then the city gives them free housing. There worse than my fucking white trash neighbors. Whom I wish them death to the end of all times, may there children run out for the ball as the bus comes by! There kids, kids will be worse than there parents, because they don't care so why should they. If you want to have kids go have them in a fucking area with kids. NOT in our quite cornor. You now have a good picture of what we go through every day. Hope you drown at summer camp. #5030 — Comments (5) — 9/21/2009 at 8:39 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0)
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— I Hate My Neighbor —My neighbours to the right a from hell. The very people from a certain nationality are living yes, for the second time, directly next door to me. Aren't I so lucky?
No, you reply. You are right. These arseholes have come 'unannounced' without the Landlord's knowledge (a public housing landlord). First there was one male from this particular religion/nationality. He was so loud he could be heard inside my home, and his mates, all males, were loud too, coming and going all night long. Renovating the house after midnight, banging and hammering away without any regard for those who 'may' be sleeping or requiring peace, perhaps???
Anyway, then all of a sudden this fucking large family move in, one after the other. One burkha, then another burkha, then 2 smaller burkhas, bigger burkhas, children burkhas, women burkhas, more darleks and time machine capsules moved in.
More expensive vehicles, like mercedes benz, taragos, you name it, the cars are replaced with other new cars, old cars without plates, then back to the property brand spanking new.
OKay, a vehicle dealer bracket was going on.
Don't waste time, watch them, gather the info.
Get the facts and report everything to the authorities, diarise the events, the noise, the cars, the characters coming and going.
Hope to God, (My God), that this bunch of camel herders go to a district after they're evicted, where there are the same nationality as them, same noise as them, same shit as them.
Fight for your rights, fight for what you believe in, peace and privacy of your property and justice.
The property damage made to my property, by these middle eastern males is numerous, and they killed one of my pets.
They got away with it, but I have something else in mind, and that is to get them out, and to get someone else to replace them, a white christian, quiet law abiding person who is waiting to get public housing, and who require peace.
Good luck to me! #5029 — Comments (13) — 9/18/2009 at 2:32 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0) -
— I Hate My Neighbor —... and I probably should have. He is nothing but a white trash, wannabe gangsta, and we live in the fucking suburbs for Christ's sakes.
When I first moved in, I caught his fat little rugrat brat of a son stealing my mail. I just about killed the little bugger where he stood, but I figured, he's young... this is obviously something that the parents need to deal with. So I turned him in to his daddy, who didn't have much to say in his defense.
Turns out, the kid learns all of his bad behaviors from good ol' dad.
The guy likes to stay up late, really late, every night... playing loud rap music, throwing parties, drinking, and smoking pot on his front porch (yes, on his FRONT PORCH). I have nothing against pot smokers, but smoking on the front porch? In a nice middle-class suburban neighborhood? Give me a break. You're not "cool" because you get high, and this isn't the ghetto. Go smoke your weed privately in your basement like the rest of the suburban hippie throwbacks in the neighborhood.
As for the staying up all night part -- yeah, okay, I only know he stays up all night because I do too. But that's because I work nights. This guy DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A JOB. He makes his WIFE work while HE plays Mr. Mom. He's not even good at that. His kid runs around the neighborhood causing trouble all day long, and his dad is never outside watching him or spending any time with him (he's most likely in his basement getting stoned or drunk and doing "gangsta" poses in the mirror or something).
He thinks he's a gangsta, he dresses like a gangsta and tries to act "hard". Did I mention we live in the suburbs? I've lived in the ghetto before, I know what real gangstas look and act like. He's not one of them. I'll bet he's never been in a ghetto in his entire life. He's about 140 pounds of shit in a 5-foot-4 sack. Puny little white guy. I could knock him out cold with a dirty look, I wouldn't even have to lay my hands on him. My GIRLFRIEND could beat him up.
His friends are all losers, wasteoids, drug dealers and douchebags. They all drive piece of shit cars that they park in front of my house, leaking oil and all kinds of fluid in the street. They bring their snot-nosed kids over to play with his snot-nosed kid, and they all leave their toys on my lawn. I have half a mind to go out there and stomp them all into little bits and pieces, toss them into my neighbor's yard and set them on fire. You don't need more toys, white trash kid. Go tell your white trash parents to stop getting high and start spending some goddamn time raising you.
The kids also like to torture critters and stray animals in the neighborhood. Cats, dogs, raccoons, birds, rabbits -- you name it, they've intentionally either maimed or killed them. They've attempted to harm my girlfriend's cats. I comforted her by promising her that whatever they do to her cats, I will in turn do to them. I catch one of those brats kicking a cat? I will kick one of those brats. I'm not even kidding. I have much more respect for animals than I do for unruly and disrespectful children, and I won't hesitate to kill one of them to teach their parents a lesson in parenting. Don't want your kid getting killed? Teach them to fucking respect their elders, especially when they're on someone else's property.
Where was I... oh, yes. About the time I almost killed my neighbor. The father, like his son, also likes to torture critters. Go figure. I wonder why these winners haven't ended up forming a modern-day Manson family cult. Maybe they have to sell enough drugs to be able to afford their desert hideaway first. Who knows. Anyway...
So the "dad" (if you can call him that) likes to shoot off fireworks. Did I mention that? And no, we're not talking about the Fourth of July. This was more like April. April 3rd maybe. Who knows. Anyway, shooting off fireworks is a regular thing for this douchebag. He gets a thorough kick out of it. And I'm not talking about really cool fireworks with lots of light and colors, or even really explosive stuff. No, immature pussy shit. Like bottle rockets and firecrackers. Yeah. He loves to shoot this crap off at 3 in the morning. On a Wednesday night. In the middle of, say, September. He doesn't care. He's an immature idiot loser who is easily amused, I guess.
So anyway... I go outside one night because I hear him shooting off bottle rockets... and I notice one or two of them landing in my yard. We're in the middle of a drought, so my grass is kind of dry. Naturally I'm a little concerned. I go out with the intention of saying "hey, look, can you try to be a little more careful? Some of those are landing on my lawn, and I don't want them to start a fire."
But then I notice something. There are a couple of raccoons in my yard... and he is actually aiming the bottle rockets AT them. Intentionally AIMING his fireworks for my lawn, with the intent of harming some vermin. Just "for the fun of it," I guess. Pathetic! What is this guy, in junior high or something? Sad part is, he's probably about 35 years old. Older than I am.
Yeah. We've got ourselves a real winner here, don't we?
So then he sees me outside, looking around, examining the "evidence" on my lawn. He sneaks back into his house, quietly, acting like he was never there. Even though I clearly saw him hiding out on his front porch, a burning doobie in his hand. He figures, it's night time, it's dark out, maybe I didn't see him. Or so he hopes. I shoot an angry glance towards his house -- you know, sort of a warning glance. As if to say, "I caught you, don't let me catch you doing this shit again." So then I go back inside. Turn off my porch light. Act like everything is okay, like I went to bed or something. Of course, I didn't go to bed... I'm actually waiting, in the dark, by the window, watching and waiting for him to do something again.
One minute goes by... then two, then three. Nothing. Just when I think he is done playing his bottle rocket games, here comes another bottle rocket -- once again, right onto my lawn.
I literally snapped. I grabbed my knife (closest weapon to me at the time), threw my door open, and stormed out onto my lawn. I picked up the burning bottle rocket and threw it at his porch. Then I pulled out my blade, brandishing it in the moonlight, letting the sonovabitch get a good look at it before I gutted him with it. I've never seen anyone jump and scramble into their house so fast in my life. He slammed the door behind him, and I heard his door lock, and saw all of his lights go out. I stood out there for a few minutes, expecting him to come back out with a gun or something. I was foaming at the mouth, growling with rage. I was hoping he would come back out with a gun, so that I would have a valid excuse to stab him -- even if he did manage to get off a shot or two first. It would have been worth it. I doubt he's even a good shot anyway, if he even owns a gun. He's not really as "gangsta" as he tries to appear.
Five minutes went by, and nothing. He never came back out. He hasn't spoken to me since, and hey -- I haven't seen or heard him setting off any fireworks or setting foot on my property for any reason, either. He won't even look at me when I'm outside in my yard. I'll be honest, it's been relatively pleasant ever since that night. I don't think he realized, that I literally fear nothing, and that I don't give a shit. I'm not afraid to defend my property by any means necessary. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. Including murder. He's lucky I went out there with my knife instead of my Beretta, he might not be alive today.
I think he learned a valuable lesson that night, though. I think he learned that being a "gangsta" isn't about getting high, or listening to rap music, or wearing baggy shorts and acting hard. It's about standing up for yourself, for your posse, and your shit, and not backing down to anyone, anywhere, anytime. No fear. Being willing to do anything to protect your property and to gain respect. I showed him that day, that the real gangsta is not the punkass little bitch that he sees in the mirror... no, the REAL gangsta is the seemingly normal-looking psychotic motherfucker who moved into the house next door, and who isn't about ready to put up with his shit or anybody else's.
Now STAY OFF MY LAWN MOTHERFUCKER or I'll bust a cap in your ass. I'm not even kidding. #5028 — Comments (7) — 9/17/2009 at 3:52 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — Lame (0)