Reason #148 to move out of apartments and buy a home in BFE: Guns N’ Roses.
I’m quite sure that if I lived in some boring, bucolic town in Maine I would NOT be able to hear “Cold November Rain” blasting through my paper thin walls at 7-freakin-am on an I-need-sleep-because-I’m-über-jetlagged-Sunday morning.
I would then NOT need to change sleeping locales from my cozy, queen size bed to the couch, in order to escape the sound of Axl Rose’s cheesy, early 90’s love song, only to be assaulted a second time by plebian neighbors turning on BOTH loud radio and now, rambunctious televangelist programming.
Oh holy lord.
Don’t get me wrong. I can definitely see that Guns N’ Roses has a place in apartment living, maybe just not at 7 am. In my opinion the staff should blast “Welcome to the Jungle” from the rafters when you sign your lease, because that’s exactly what you’re getting into. Just ask White Trash Woman, Sally Sexpert, the maintence staff, or the community enforcer.
Hrmph. I’m grumpy because I need sleep!
You have my sympathy! There are no quiet apartments
In fact when I was living in an apartment in Portland, Maine my neighbors liked to blast Soundgarden’s Black Hole Sun all the time, or watched The Lord of the Rings in surround sound at midnight. There’s nothing quite like waking up to a screaming hobbit at 1am 
I hated them with every ounce of my being and wished bad karma on them every time I passed their door. In my current apartment the neighbors watch the Patriots super loud. Really a girl can’t win. May we all have quiet homes in the suburbs one day VERY soon.
I second that!
Ah! I hate loud apartment neighbors! My last apartment was in this cozy little town in Georgia, but my neighbors were noise addicts. When I first moved in I found the guy below me liked to fall asleep with his TV on. To solve this problem I just bought a noisy fan, but the apartment gremlins had greater ideas in store for me. Just as soon as I bought the fan and started getting some sleep at night a new guy moved in behind me. His little fetish was to fall asleep with his radio turned up blasting Rap music with the bass full on. At this point it wasn’t the sound that bothered me but the vibrations through the floor! So many times I wanted to crash through that wall and rip the stereo to pieces.
Agh, inconsiderate neighbors are the worst! Somebody should really make a blog where you can can anonomously kvetch about those who share your immediate space. Kind of like an iworkwithfools.com type-thing….
Hmm.