Ew, sometimes I find clumps of weave on the bus. It's nothing against the girls that have them, but FFS stop fucking shedding the shit!
In my old flat my bad neighbour was the crazy old cunt lady downstairs. She would shout at me when I took my rubbish out and I would run upstairs again really quickly so she wouldn't get me to shout whatever rambly stuff she wanted to. Eventually she started calling the council about noise from my flat. When they came over to talk to me, they said she'd reported me coming home drunk a lot in the early morning (none of her cunting business!) and having 30 person parties (not humanly possible in the teeny place I had). Then she changed it to say I kept her awake all night moving furniture around. I moved.
This flat's great, but there's a schizo guy living upstairs and he doesn't always take his meds. I know he's mental/medicated because I saw him at the MH unit at the local hospital once, receiving his daily papercup full of pills. He then offered me a spliff.
He shouts things out of his window sometimes, plays loud music at all hours, pornography....
He's been a lot better this year than in the last couple of summers, which is good. Loud music + exams = death.
I can't wait to get neighbours in halls to bitch about