06.25.09 :: 8:53 am
Fuck you, clown!
It's fucking THURSDAY MORNING.
And she didn't stop making noise until she presumably passed out in her own vomit.
If this continues, I'm reporting her. Because I'm also 99% certain she's smoking cigarettes and flicking them down into the backyard. And it's stinking up Oliver's room.
But in the meantime, as I suspect she's home with a glorious and well-deserved hangover, I'm going to keep ringing her doorbell intermittently ALL DAY.