There's a reason people are instructed to not wake the bears. People who wake the bears tend to get their heads torn off. Thursday and Friday, I was awakened by some tool standing outside the building next door yelling for his buddy. Not knocking on the door. Just standing outside yelling "Jose.... Jooooose... Joooooooooose!" over and over and over again until finally, Jose manages to drag his ass outside. Annoying, inconsiderate and rude, but since it was just about time to get up for work anyway, I didn't let it bug me too much. Besides, I heard some of the other neighbors shusshing him anyway, so I ignored it. So here we are on Saturday... after a long week, and not sleeping very well last night because strange/weird dreams that kept me tossing and turning, I wanted nothing more than to sleep in a little before I got up and went down to hoops. I finally drifted off at some point and yeah well, 630 rolls around here's the fu**ing tool, standing outside, screaming for Jose once again. 630 on a Saturday morning. Are you even fu**ing kidding me? I call out through my window, asking him to please keep it down. His reply? To start screaming for Jose even louder. This was greeted with a chorus of shushing and "shut ups" from the neighbors. To which, this tool, obviously amusing himself, starts laughing and screaming even louder! Oh boy, my blood pressure was redlining at this point. I call through my window once again, "It's 630 on a Saturday morning, could you shut up?" No, obviously that was a little too much to ask of this moron. His reply sent me way over the edge. I kid you not, he said, "If you can hear me, then you're awake." Yeah, I'm awake because your dumb ass is standing outside shouting! And to top it off, he then says "Stop crying and go to sleep." The freaking nerve of this asshat. I think "blind rage" fit my mood as I threw on my clothes and went charging downstairs. I absolutely wanted blood at that moment. By the time I got outside, this asshat was piling into his truck and just to punctuate his a-holeness, he started blaring the horn as he took off down the street. What a coward.

After taking a little time to cool down... okay, it's taken me most of the day to cool down, I realize that this is something that's probably going to happen again. If it's happened three days in a row now, I've got every reason to think that he's going to be back, bellowing at the top of his lungs at unreasonable hours. So how best to handle the situation? He's obviously, a rude, inconsiderate jerk, so appealing to any sense of common decency is bound to be futile. Trying to beat him to a bloody pulp probably isn't the right move either. Calling the cops would probably be a fruitless endeavor, and trying to figure out who "Jose" is and telling him to put a muzzle on his boy would probably be a waste of time being that "Jose" obviously doesn't have a problem with this idiot doing what he's doing. So what choices are left? I don't even know at this point. I'm going to be one pissed off monkey if he wakes me up again and I'm just not sure how to deal with it in a way that's not going to carry consequences for me or for my sis. Grrrrrrrrrrr....

And now, just for fun, here's a meme I've been asked to complete...

( As Ordered by roseyniswitrin & salamet )