Saturday, November 19, 2005
Boiling mad...
i swear to you that if the stupid fucking ass clowns above me don't stop gallopping up and down the stairs outside my door, there will be blood shed.
and i swear that all hell will break loose if the radio doesn't stop skipping (how the fuck does that happen anyway?!) on one of my new favorite songs. good lord, i will hurt that fucking piece of shit DJ.
my nice, enjoyable, lazy, peaceful saturday is being ripped away as i feel all those lovely feelings drain away. they are replaced by feelings of hatred and anger from these unpleasantries. damn you fucking bastards.
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