by Justine Something has been pissing me off since I’ve moved in. I feel horrible even complaining about it considering other residents are dealing with bedbugs and toxic molds, but it just drives me nuts.
The people who live upstairs from me – the same people who allow a bathroom leak to get so bad that it caves my bathroom ceiling in – throw stuff out the window. Actually they pour stuff out the window. I have…
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“Rescue Me,” the Dennis Leary show on FX shoots around here all the time. And I used to blame my upstairs neighbors for my leaking bathroom ceiling, too, you know, because Tommy told me that they always overfilled their bathtub and sink. But after it happened every time I heard water running upstairs (this was gradual, the leaks used to only be once or twice a month), I realized it’s the pipes, not the neighbors.