I'm officially old
It's official. I've become that lady. It's 7:45 pm and I just called the complex security officer to complain about some rotten kids and their music. In my defense, they are blasting Nickelback outside. I can't tell if it's someone at the pool or if it's someone playing it off their balcony, but either way it's loud and it sucks. I might be more forgiving if it was something decent or if it was just bass coming through the walls. Nope, I can hear every blessed (and lame and poorly sung) word. I would also be more forgiving if I hadn't chosen this apartment complex because they bill themselves as "a quiet community" and the leasing agent hadn't said at least three times how they don't tolerate loud music, loud cars, or loud anything. Well, this is loud and I'm not going to take it anymore. Damn college kids!
2 comments:
*gasps* you don't like nickleback?!?
*snorts* you are old. 7;45 and you're complaining about the hoodlums. lol
I think I liked their first song way back when, but nothing since. I can't put my finger on what exactly it is, but the lyrics bore me and the singer's voice isn't that great either.
I promise it was really loud. People are always playing music down there and if I can hear a hint of it, it doesn't bother me. But this was like it was on here in the living room. Really.
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