some days i hate my life

Keep in mind I’ve had two hours of sleep since Monday evening.

This is the text of an e-mail I just sent Preston:

I called [new manager – found out the old one left] back because I hadn’t heard from her yet. And she said that unless they’re in direct violation of their lease, there’s not a whole lot they can do outside of moving THEM to another apartment. I told her I’m not fucking moving.

I just looked. And. The only thing the lease says about noise is that the community “shall not be used in violation of any applicable laws or ordinances nor so as to interfere with the quiet enjoyment of other residents of the apartment community.”

Well, they’ve fucked with my quiet enjoyment since March.

Maybe we should stick that phrase up the management’s ass and spin it around a few times??


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.