Oh I have them. I don’t think she’s ever heard them over the sound of her drinking songs, screeching and the demons screeching in her head.

I thought if some official person ever saw her, she’d fly out. So that’s why I thought glue in the keyhole, so she has to call a locksmith (which I’m sure she won’t manage) and then that person will see into her apartment. Where I don’t know what the shit she does, bangs and drills and jumps all day. It’s like she’s woodworking or something every wednesday.

Landlord doesn’t give a shit. I’ve sent videos and doesn’t even go check her.

I’d love to get my subwoofer screwed tightly to the roof and then just turn that on for lulz when she gets crazy. Which is pretty much everyday. But then when will I have peace?

Haven’t read a single book while living in this apartment.