First conversation we had was today
ME: (Looking down the stairs): "Hi, I'm Justin!"
HER:" I know, you played the Black Keys really loud on Sunday night".
ME: "Yes, sorry, I didn't know you moved in...that place has been vacant for over a year".
This new neighbor proceeded to mobilize the singular washer'dryer for the last 48 hours. I did not complain but I did remove her shit when she didn't and I need clean clothes for the weekend, specifically for work.
And then tonight, she had the balls to complain about my music again. BITCH. PLEASE. I don't want to start a war, but let's just say I feel a bit of entitlement living here as long as I have, and if she did not relize how thin these walls our..well, I shall teach her.