Curl up at my feet, children, for I wish to tell you a story.

[ashinae]

(this post is rated Mature or Adult or The Rating Formerly Known as R for strong language. reader discretion is advised)

I have to work at 8:00. Meaning, I need to be up around, oh, 6:30ish.

I had great plans! Going out with sara_elf and deerdancer and deerdancer's boyfriend, Steve aka What's His Face (long story, don't ask). We're going to see Hitchhiker's Guide and go out for dinner. So I wanted to be rested, because Saturdays = hell but out with my lovelies = fun. Went to bed promptly at 11:00. Fell fast asleep.

Awoke disoriented half an hour ago, you see. Some stupid bint has been yelling, shrieking, and carrying on for all this time, off and on, in these little phases. The only things I can make out of her words are the obscenities. Now, we all know Ash curses like a sailor when inspired to do so. However, Ash does not often use her naughty words in public and she sure as heck does not use them outside, at 1:00 in the morning, at the very top of her voice, even on a Saturday, because, hello? Not everybody has Saturdays off from their job and such. Also? Small children sleeping! Also?

You goddamn, motherfucking stupid little bitch, I could fucking hear you through my fucking window. You damn well better fucking believe that I called the fucking police on you, you bitchass whore. I don't know if you've stopped on your own (you better have or if I ever, ever find out it was you, I will glare at you with my mighty death glare) or if the police found you (maybe they could have solved whatever fucking dispute you found it necessary to carry on like that outside, apparently by your absofuckinglutely worthless self). And you know, I don't care. All I want to say to you is that I hope you eat shit and die for ruining my plans.*

*Well, no, I don't actually wish for the death part. And I know I'm bad for saying it. But goddamn, this is supposed to be a civilised town, not something out of Trailer Park Boys! This is highly inappropriate for a neighbourhood like this. I'm not actually worried for her safety because she has been using a steady stream of words that are largely not loud enough for me to make out, except for the part about how someone named Amanda has apparently "ruined [her] life, you fucking whore!" which perhaps I should have reiterated to the police dispatcher lady but I was still not entirely awake when I talked to the nice police phone lady, and not just screaming in distress. I'd be genuinely concerned if she sounded like she was in distress. I'm not that horrible a person, even when cranky.

And, la, in the ten minutes it took to write this, I haven't heard her. Hopefully she's done? *crosses fingers and goes to crawl back into bed*

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_xanthia/]

Mucho sympathy. Have had problems with angry screaming women in the night, and it turned out she was some paranoid schizophrenic who really needed treatment, but refused to. Lots of compounding issues surrounding that It was quite the relief when she was finally out of the neighbourhood and no longer interrupting sleep patters because she was screaming at her invisible enemies.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_xanthia/]

*shakes fist at missing punctuation mark* There's supposed to be a . between 'that' & 'It'!

[ashinae.livejournal.com]

This is honestly the first time something like this has happened in my neighbourhood. I could almost forgive if I was certain this was someone with a mental illness (though, agh, how one would cope with THAT -- you have my sympathies!). But it didn't seem to the case and just... just... agh. I'm still grumpy over that!

[zaneetas.livejournal.com]

There's nothing like being woken up in the middle of the night, *knowing* you have to go to work the next day and are going to feel like crap for a continuous 8 or 10 or whatever hour shift, to bring the rage. Seriously, I'm annoyed for you even reading this b/c I know exactly what that's like and it sucks.

Hopefully your day will pick up anyway and you'll still have a fun time later with your friends, though. Good luck!

[ashinae.livejournal.com]

Oh, the rage!

I'm not sure that the rage is entirely gone, to be honest. *G* Even though it's 47 hours after the incident as I type this...