On-site manager

Who is this sad little woman? Why does she dress like she just came from a brothel? I wonder if she has ever experienced what this city has to offer. Everyday when I leave the apartment she's either outside fiddling with the garbage cans or talking to her cat. When I come home, she's quick to check who's coming up the stairs. I sometimes feel bad for this lonely person but the majority of the time I wish she would get a life.

We were given a set of rules we have to abide by while we live in this apartment. Has this woman ever read any of the rules she expects us to follow? She is the loudest person I have ever met. The first week we lived here, we were ready to push her ass down the stairs every time we saw her. At 7:00am every morning we were woken up by her pounding on the walls and vacuuming. Vacuuming at 7:00am???? After she stomped around her apartment for a few hours, she gets ready to leave. How do I know she's getting ready to leave? She stands by her front door with a huge set of keys and fiddles around for what I don't know but it sounds like she's throwing her key set at her doorknob. She opens her front door and slams it so hard, my whole apartment shakes. Finally, there's a moment of silence but before I could enjoy it, I hear her "come fuck me" heels clanking towards the staircase and slowly down each step. Clank...clank...clank...OMG!

I have seriously thought about putting a personal ad out for her so someone can fuck her and maybe shut her ass up. She used to live next door to us but she recently moved across from us. Great. Now we have to see her every time we open our door. The noise hasn't stopped nor do I think it ever will.

To the woman who lives across from us:
Get a life and stay the fuck out of ours. I hate that you exist and I'm constantly kicking myself in the ass for believing I got a good deal when the lease was signed. Please stop dressing like a hooker. I have my own tits, I don't need to see yours. I hope you someday find someone or something that will keep you from pressing your face against your kitchen window and watching our every move. Until then...please leave us alone and stop looking in our apartment every time we open the door.