The last four days have been really hard on me. Non-stop electricity sent my way, and at nighttime, awaken almost every hour, before it was every two hours, now it’s every hour. I’ve hardly gotten any sleep this week.
I guess they’re punishing me more because I’m not compliant. I’m not letting them crash my computer. I’ve gotten a lot better protecting my computer, and they can’t shut me off. Not that they ever could stop me from writing my blog. Silly rabbits!
And it’s Easter week vacation for the little darlings. There’s a woman who lives in apartment 205 who spends all day harassing me. She stands by my door saying nasty things about me, and laughing loudly. She makes sure I hear what she says. I shut her off. I run to my exhaust system and turn it on. It’s so loud I can’t hear her. She has her grandkids run in front of my apartment, stomp their feet and make a lot of noise.
So do the perps in apartment 206 and 209. I’m surrounded in every direction. The man in 209 constantly stomps his feet. When he stomp his feet, it sounds like a herd of elephants coming through. He does this all day. I’m hoping he stomps his feet so hard that he’ll hurt himself. Every time I go out of my apartment, he has to come out and harass me. He’s always wearing the same color I’m wearing. A few days ago, I called him a name that wasn’t too nice. He deserves to be called any name I call him.
And then the idiots with the horns. Do you remember the horns clowns always used? That’s exactly the kind of horns I have to listen to all the time.
And then the cretins who sit in theirs car and rev it for hours on end, or keep slamming their doors.
Oh, and I forgot, the barking dog at my door at night. Some idiot comes up to my door at night and has his dog bark and bark. One time, I thought for sure he was going to break into my apartment. I was ready for him. I’m ready for anything that comes my way at night. I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect myself. I have a feeling that I’m going to have a lot of barking dogs at night.
I can’t even go out and get my mail. A bunch of perps, it includes kids, stand around and wait for me to get my mail. The kids start to scream and run around me in a circle. And the older perps, do their “coughing” routine. And mimic things they’ve seen me do.
Even when I have to throw away my garbage, I’m not left alone. Suddenly, every perp has to throw his/her garbage out. They can throw their garbage out any time, but they always have to wait until I throw my out. What would they do if I never threw my garbage away? Would they ever throw theirs away?
And when I write my blog, the naked women they try to include in it. There isn’t a time when I write my blog where some naked women doesn’t pop up? I have to be careful that I don’t send them out.
Oh, what I wouldn’t do for an ordinary day in my life?
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- Noisy Neighbors: Tips For Keeping The Peace -Rent.com | The Shared Wall (rent.com)
- The Littlest Perps (nationalreview.com)
- Gang Stalking – I walked away. (neverending1.wordpress.com)