so, yesterday i called my landlord. i told him about the leaky gutter... a little kitchen problem... and, uh -- oh yeah! -- an afterthought [riiight] about the amateur dj next door. i'd never called about any human relations problems since i've lived here, so i wasn't sure how the landlords would react. would they care? as it turns out, he [i picked the nicer landlord] sounded genuinely concerned about it. landlord said he would try and talk to the dj about it when he came by to see about the gutter.

i came home from work today to a surprisingly quiet evening. had he already come by? un/fortunately, it had stopped raining so i couldn't tell if the gutter was fixed or not. and then it started. oh, yes... it started.

it's not just the bass; oh no no no, my friends. what's amusing -- and by amusing, i mean bordering on ridiculously hysterical -- is the stomping that now occurs. mind you, the floors in this triplex are not solid. you can generally hear footsteps; an obviously natural occurence, really quite faint, but there nonetheless. you can tell when people are walking around, you can tell when people are running to the phone, and you can most certainly tell when people are stomping their feet like a very angry and very purposeful six-year-old to annoy the neighbors.

it is only by the grace of God that i am shaking my head and laughing at this situation. a month ago i would have marched on over and damn near strangled him. eventually i realized that getting angry was simply not a good use of my time or energy. now i choose to let any justice be handled by the landlords [who are the only people that have any physical influence and authority over him], i choose to ignore his silly games and tirades, and i choose to laugh.

of course... i don't claim to be an angel. the only thing worse than having one's temper tantrums met with an equally vengeful rage, is to have them met with a gleeful and unnerving silence. at least, it would be for me.

mwahaha.