At 12:00 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper started making stomping and dragging noises off and on. Now as to the dragging and what I think it was, I believe furniture was being moved. The Upstairs Stomper "rearranges furniture" bloody near daily, and that neighbor has been there for months, long enough to have a clue where the couch goes for crying out loud.
2:28 p.m., and the Upstairs Stomper is still thundering around like he's teaching an elephant how to dance ballet.
Syntax alert for the idiots that work at FBPD: I said "like he's teaching..." not "he's teaching..." "Like he's teaching..." indicates that I find the noises that are well within his ability to control are excessive. Now, "he's teaching..." would mean I imagine he really is "teaching an elephant how to dance ballet." And that's not the case.
If you wish to argue semantics with me, Mr. Pills, maybe you should try what you're peddling through mental health doctors.
We're back around to the big question: Why do these neighbors insist on making annoying, aggravating, stressful noises at all hours of the day and night? Since these are all noises within the other tenants' control (Example: loud music has a volume control. Turn it down!), they are doing so to annoy me. All I know is that prior to July 2nd, 2013, the neighbors that lived in the Pantry Punishers' apartment (http://fbtxghetto.blogspot.com/2013/10/october-10-2013-pantry-punishers.html) were forced to move, and they had a lot of friends living in my building. It's logical to conclude that revenge is the motivation. It's also a fact that the rather useless, careless, incompetent, and discriminatory Farmers Branch Police Department's officers have done nothing to put a stop to the situation as it continues to spiral into violence (http://fbtxghetto.blogspot.com/2013/10/october-8-2013-attempted-murder.html).
Their only "answer" is to take me to the hospital and pump me full of more pills, even though that last link included a WITNESS, another person that was also almost hit. I didn't call because I have almost no trust, faith, or belief in the local cops.
Having them tell me, "We do this. We do that." without showing me they do those things does nothing to repair the damage they've already done.
When I get the right freeware to put together a video, I'm going to encourage it to go viral through YouTube. And don't worry, Mr. Pills, I'm not blowing smoke about getting an attorney. Timing is everything.
Oh, and Mr. Pills? Since you're so fond of pushing meds, why don't you address the anger issues that the surrounding neighbors seem to exhibit? If you did so, medicated them into being more docile like you've done to me, then I can't claim mental disability discrimination.
But it's easier to pick on the cat lady that lives alone, isn't it? It's so much easier to endanger the lives of my "fur kids" and cause me unnecessary stress.
Know the deepest seed rooted in my psyche that "makes me crazy"? People like Mr. Pills clearly targeting me like this. I've suffered a lifetime of bullying, and I've grown quite sick of it. Or sick with it, as the case may be.
And before you argue that I'm just "mentally ill" and you take the easy way out, Mr. Pills, I'm basing the conclusion on your actions and the actions of your fellow uniformed fashion models.
Even the "mentally ill" have lucid days. That's something you need to realize, Pill Pusher.
