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all we can do is write a citation
Dec. 25th, 2001 02:53 amI'm going to start the post with the negative and move towards happier thoughts. Even though my day since posting was the inverse of that pattern.
I hate The Alley. I hate their stupid fucked up building alarm that goes off once an hour and is as loud as a tornado siren and is located RIGHT outside the apartment. I called the police this morning. I called the police this evening. I called the police at 2 am when I got home. I went outside in the 10 degree weather and waited for the police, because I didn't want them to think my a prankster or crazy if they happened to show right when the alarm stopped. It did stop. Two minutes later the cops pulled up. The obvnoxious ass though somewhat attractive flatfoot told me condescendingly "I know where The Alley's alarm is. There's nothing we can do but write a citation. You can call the owner in the morning. But we can only write a citation." I reiterated that it was located conveniently 10 feet away from my bedroom window. Then went back inside. I vowed to call the police every four hours tomorrow, hoping The Alley will receive several citations at several hundred dollars a pop. I will also right them letters telling them they ruined xmas for me, and I plan on calling the police and every licensing board and report them for anything, just to rack up there fines. I don't call the police on the drug dealers or prostitutes or homeless folks or obnoxious teens in my neighborhood. Helll, I don't even call the police about drunken yuppies out my window, and they perhaps deserve it. But I WILL call their asses for obnoxious sirens that ruin people's sleep.
It just started again. I may go insane. Esp. if I don't sleep. It's equally loud in every other room in the apartment. Including the far guest bedroom, I currently have a loud ticking clock near my ear, and the humidifier going. And the radiators are on. None of it helps. It's too fucking loud. A short, 4 note piercing siren that repeats over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. For about 15 minutes on average. I may not sleep tonight at all. I don't have any ear plugs. I'll attempt to use toilet paper -- an old trick from ska/punk shows at the Fireside Bowl.
The rest of my day was fantabulous. I had a loverly brunch with Br__ with some last minute shopping at Reckless. We visited some more at my apt, then he left and I cleaned the oven while talking on the phone with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geekgrrl47. I also made fudge. And nearly scalded the batch and myself because of muti-tasking, but got off the phone just in time. I spoke with MelRo after that, then with ridleymae. I watched some TV, puttered around, then got picked up by La___ and went to see her perform at xmas eve service. Superfly Myles met us there, and kept me extremely entertained when the church service wasn't so much. I had a great time singing along loudly with the hymns -- the one place where obnoxiousness gets seen as brilliant faith and devotion. I wasn't singing particularly offkey -- I was remarkably earnest. Just overdoing. We then found one of the few establishments open to serve us food and beverage -- Dunkin Donuts! I love you! (You're so much better than The Alley!)
We dropped Myles off at home and I made the remarkable discovery that I REALLY knew his house from my previous time in Evanston. I knew he lived very close to my ex's former apartment -- but I didn't realize he lived in the house I looked at everyday I walked to and from her apartment AND we used to check out his family vehicles with their lesbian stickers and wonder who that older man was driving them -- I think at one point I theorized his dad was half of a gay male couple who digged dyke folk music!! Hilarious. I think I will actually write an e-mail to my ex saying happy new year, and tell her this amusing anecdote. Though with my luck, she won't remember us seeing and talking about the neighbors....oh well. I'm still thrilled by the strange serendipity. Funny to think I may have even seen Myles get in and out of the car years ago....two ships passing in the night. We're meant to be together Myles -- just admit it's true and come to me!
Seriously, at the risk of sounding like I'm sucking up to an LJer (nabnag) who's reading my journal, I want to say I really really like Myles and have a great time hanging out with him -- I do almost feel like we've known each other before and I always have a fabulous time goofing off and sharing random stories with him and talking about whatever. Plus, he's a hottie -- icing on the cake! Oh, and I forgot to tell you tonight -- today I found the Best of En Vogue for 5 dollars and bought it! I'm trying to be just like you.
Myles = best.
Now I feel less aggravated because I'm not talking about that alarm. And it stopped. Probably only temporarily of course. I know I"m whining a lot, but I wish I could better convey the misery of this noise. This isn't just "city noise". It's like the "whoop-whoop" of a cop car (not the full long siren, the short one) on repeat right outside your apartment window. The fcking SWAT team would be quieter. I should try to fall asleep while the alarm's not going off. Maybe I'll sleep so deeply it won't wake me. Please happen, please happen, please happen.
Happy xmas to you all, and to all (especially me) a good night.
I hate The Alley. I hate their stupid fucked up building alarm that goes off once an hour and is as loud as a tornado siren and is located RIGHT outside the apartment. I called the police this morning. I called the police this evening. I called the police at 2 am when I got home. I went outside in the 10 degree weather and waited for the police, because I didn't want them to think my a prankster or crazy if they happened to show right when the alarm stopped. It did stop. Two minutes later the cops pulled up. The obvnoxious ass though somewhat attractive flatfoot told me condescendingly "I know where The Alley's alarm is. There's nothing we can do but write a citation. You can call the owner in the morning. But we can only write a citation." I reiterated that it was located conveniently 10 feet away from my bedroom window. Then went back inside. I vowed to call the police every four hours tomorrow, hoping The Alley will receive several citations at several hundred dollars a pop. I will also right them letters telling them they ruined xmas for me, and I plan on calling the police and every licensing board and report them for anything, just to rack up there fines. I don't call the police on the drug dealers or prostitutes or homeless folks or obnoxious teens in my neighborhood. Helll, I don't even call the police about drunken yuppies out my window, and they perhaps deserve it. But I WILL call their asses for obnoxious sirens that ruin people's sleep.
It just started again. I may go insane. Esp. if I don't sleep. It's equally loud in every other room in the apartment. Including the far guest bedroom, I currently have a loud ticking clock near my ear, and the humidifier going. And the radiators are on. None of it helps. It's too fucking loud. A short, 4 note piercing siren that repeats over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. For about 15 minutes on average. I may not sleep tonight at all. I don't have any ear plugs. I'll attempt to use toilet paper -- an old trick from ska/punk shows at the Fireside Bowl.
The rest of my day was fantabulous. I had a loverly brunch with Br__ with some last minute shopping at Reckless. We visited some more at my apt, then he left and I cleaned the oven while talking on the phone with
geekgrrl47. I also made fudge. And nearly scalded the batch and myself because of muti-tasking, but got off the phone just in time. I spoke with MelRo after that, then with ridleymae. I watched some TV, puttered around, then got picked up by La___ and went to see her perform at xmas eve service. Superfly Myles met us there, and kept me extremely entertained when the church service wasn't so much. I had a great time singing along loudly with the hymns -- the one place where obnoxiousness gets seen as brilliant faith and devotion. I wasn't singing particularly offkey -- I was remarkably earnest. Just overdoing. We then found one of the few establishments open to serve us food and beverage -- Dunkin Donuts! I love you! (You're so much better than The Alley!)We dropped Myles off at home and I made the remarkable discovery that I REALLY knew his house from my previous time in Evanston. I knew he lived very close to my ex's former apartment -- but I didn't realize he lived in the house I looked at everyday I walked to and from her apartment AND we used to check out his family vehicles with their lesbian stickers and wonder who that older man was driving them -- I think at one point I theorized his dad was half of a gay male couple who digged dyke folk music!! Hilarious. I think I will actually write an e-mail to my ex saying happy new year, and tell her this amusing anecdote. Though with my luck, she won't remember us seeing and talking about the neighbors....oh well. I'm still thrilled by the strange serendipity. Funny to think I may have even seen Myles get in and out of the car years ago....two ships passing in the night. We're meant to be together Myles -- just admit it's true and come to me!
Seriously, at the risk of sounding like I'm sucking up to an LJer (
nabnag) who's reading my journal, I want to say I really really like Myles and have a great time hanging out with him -- I do almost feel like we've known each other before and I always have a fabulous time goofing off and sharing random stories with him and talking about whatever. Plus, he's a hottie -- icing on the cake! Oh, and I forgot to tell you tonight -- today I found the Best of En Vogue for 5 dollars and bought it! I'm trying to be just like you.Myles = best.
Now I feel less aggravated because I'm not talking about that alarm. And it stopped. Probably only temporarily of course. I know I"m whining a lot, but I wish I could better convey the misery of this noise. This isn't just "city noise". It's like the "whoop-whoop" of a cop car (not the full long siren, the short one) on repeat right outside your apartment window. The fcking SWAT team would be quieter. I should try to fall asleep while the alarm's not going off. Maybe I'll sleep so deeply it won't wake me. Please happen, please happen, please happen.
Happy xmas to you all, and to all (especially me) a good night.
