I am sick of being sick. Off and on for a month. I went to bed to watch the news at like 10:45 last night. I’m never in bed then. I think something might be wrong with me.
I am sick of my downstairs neighbors. They have some jerkass friend of theirs staying with them (for like a month or two now) with this booming voice, and they keep me up almost nightly. Long story. It can’t help to get better with this crap. It’s supposed to be stopping, for exactly the second time. I hope so, for their sake. I can be vindictive. Did you know that?
And this makes me feel sick in my little heart: Paul Fisher has died. I got his mailing address a few years ago from a mutual acquaintance and have been meaning to write to him. Too late now, and it’s very sad that such an inventive man is gone.
Oh, that’s sad. I love my Space Pen.
Don’t be vindictive. It’s bad for you. Yet, people should be more courteous…
I’m sick of this paper that I’m procrastinating writing by reading blogs instead.
And I’m really sick of my neighbor who stole my trash can. And then thinks I won’t notice that he’s USING IT two days later. What a loser. ;-)
I’m restraining my revenge-urges. Being raised Catholic, I always want revenge but then feel guilty about it, lol. You’d think I’d be over all that crap by now.
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He USED it? That’s COMMON! Did you get it back? If not, put poop in it:)
I have a dirty secret about that loud bastard downstairs, too, but I want to see if they piss me off again before I tell it. You never know who in Roland Park reads this… :^)
lol! ah, that’s such a great use for the not-quite-housetrained puppy. :)
‘Member what I said about not being vindictive? Fuck it. Get ‘em. Get ‘em good.
(Yes, I was awoken at 2.30 a.m. by my upstairs neighbors and they’re random and evil floor knocking.)
I took a ride on my desk chair this morning! :^)