I'm rantin' like Rixblix!!!

(Note: This post may be laden with vulgarity and profanity. I usually try to keep the cussing down to a minimum while on the blogosphere. But right now, I don't fucking care.)

Allow me to begin by saying I'm not a huge fan of today's rap. Sure, I enjoy those crazy Beastie Boys every now and then or listening to Floyd as he raps along to his old school NWA or his silly Wu Tang. Even seeing ol' Rosie from "The Wedding Singer" perform Sugarhill's Gang classic song towards the end of the movie is delightful. But other than that, I'm not really big into rap. Yet I listen to it religiously EVERY morning. You may ask, 'Why is that, Jenny???" And I'll tell you why. I hear it every fucking morning because of that stupid inconsiderate prick who lives across the hall from me.

Some people are morning people. They love waking to the sounds of birds chirping or those farm dwellers are roused by the rooster early in the morning. Most people are jarred awake by their alarm clock. And what I wish this dumbass would realize is that he is not the only person living in this building. Some people work second and third shift and sleep in the morning or even through the late afternoon. (Yes, you bastard, some people ACTUALLY work for a living!!)

Many nights, I don't get home from work before midnight. I am a second shift worker unfortunately, and my hubby is a first shift worker--that way, we don't have to stick Chloe in daycare. Anyhoo, I try to get to bed by 2 am at the latest. It usually takes me a little bit to fall asleep, what with Floyd's happy snoring. He wakes me up when he leaves so I can kiss him goodbye, then I go back to sleep. Then, like clockwork, begins the free daily show from my lovely, inconsiderate piece of shit neighbor blaring his crappy music. The sound seems like he is physically in my bathroom across the hall from bedroom. So I go close the bathroom door as well as the bedroom door, crawl back under the covers, with my pillow over my head, and pray that the sound will be muffled this time, even though the past few month's efforts of the exact daily routine have proven futile. And again, I am wrong. Underneath my covers and pillow, I can clearly hear every word emanating from ACROSS the hall. Yes, I, Just Jenny, the queen of, "Huh? Whadyu say?" could understand every word. Okay, friends, THAT is when you know your music is too fucking loud. Oh, then it gets better...

Just when I thought my daily dose of my morning hell couldn't get any worse, the stupid bastard raps along... poorly and off key. I'm sorry..I'm not going to say.."OOH!! Easy-E, ODB, Biggie?!?! Is that you??!!" NO. I wanna say, "Dude, I know you are not DMX, so stop rapping along. And I don't care if "it's hard out here for a pimp", because you sure ain't Terrance Howard either!" AAaaRRRRrRRgggGGhh!!!!

So, kids, what is the lesson of the day? Well, today's lesson is if you live in a house, then feel free to listen to any loud shitty music you want and scream at the top of your lungs like you are the King of Karaoke. However, if you live in an apartment complex or condo, and you are not the lone tenant, you need to show some consideration for your fellow neighbors and turn the music down a bit. It doesn't matter if "these go to eleven"..don't go past ten on your speakers. Because if you do, that sweet lady across the hall is gonna show you her hospitality by sticking a big fucking pineapple up your ass sideways. Thank you and have a nice day.