Upstairs neighbor AGAIN

Marissa is it? You fucking heinous cow. You have no idea how much I would pity you if it weren't outweighed by my visceral hate. You should go to great lengths to hide your pathetic life. I know you only leave to get more food in order to maintain your elephantic ass. No matter what time of day it is you're there. Your TV is blaring and those tree trunks you call legs are threating to bust through our ceiling. Really? You're just going to give up like that? Not even try to hide the fact that you're morbidly obese? Because I would be doing everything in my power not draw attention to it. Instead, each step you take is like a public address: I'M OH-BESE, I'M OH-BESE. That yelling you hear from downstairs? That's us warning each other you might crash through any second. You are a joke, a sad, retarded, TV guzzling sack of unloveable fat. You will never have a reason to leave because you have no life. Oh yeah, and we can hear you snore. God you are useless.