Who the hell cares?

I do.

It is late at night and my first day off from work in weeks. I also have a migraine. So I am in pain and grouchy. Time to bitch about .. well whatever I can find to bitch about to relieve some of the pressure.

Fire Alarms. No I am not talking about the lame “beep beep beep” kind. Imagine large horns and bells with flashing lights and loud screeching noises. Anyone who suffers from migraines can imagine the hell I went through when the alarms went off at my apartment building not once, not twice, but three separate times today. The fire alarms here are incredibly sensitive. If you so much as look at the burners on your stove they will go off. They go off at least four times a week. Makes me wonder how people will react when the fire is real.

Is it possible to justify keeping your neighbors up all night via badly played guitar and piano? Apparently I am an asshole to complain because they are “artists”. My response: Get a fucking job and stop drinking every night. Save your money, and move out of my life.

Starting to heat up a little bit. What else?

Ants! actually they are neat little pricks. Just wish they would stop crawling up my legs in search of food.

Semi-intelligent wanna-be philosophers that sit on the front stoop all night rambling about the purpose of life. You are born. You eat. You Fuck. And then you die. Now, clean up your piles of Pabst beer cans and get some sleep.

Don’t like my grammar? Think I am boring? Fuck off.