It should come as no surprise to you that I woke up iller than a hornets' nest this morning when you hear read this story gripe.
The people that live in the apartment above mine have dogs.
8 dogs.
Chihuahua dogs, which I'm not sure if you know this or not but it's been scientifically proven that the weight of a single Chihuahua increases threefold when said Chihuahua lives in an apartment above a girl who is trying to study for freakin' BOARDS!
ARGHHH!
I am not happy.
Those stupid dogs woke me up BEFORE FIVE O'CLOCK! this morning!
Howling, howling, howling.
I don't know about what because its not like they were wanting to be taken outside.
Those people don't walk their dogs outside.
I've never seen them take the dogs outside.
They let them poop and pee on their balcony and then they sweep it off onto MY porch!
Know what else they sweep off the porch?
Fluff.
Fluff that the dogs have torn out of the futon that's up there on the balcony because the mom and dad dog have to stay on the porch most of the day.
I don't know why but if you look, it's true.
I can't study at night when it sounds like there's a dog track going on over my head.
When the man comes home from work, the dogs get all excited and yip and yap and run laps all over the whole apartment.
Then the man gets tired of playing and shuts them in their room which, heh, just so happens to be the room directly above mine.
And I'm trying to study and they're begging for attention and I'm getting madder and madder by the day.
So I decided that I'd had enough of this nonsense and made plans to call up the landlady/property manager this morning.
Only I forgot my phone at the house this morning and now I'm eighty miles away at school.
I guess I'll call her tomorrow and unleash the beast on her.