anonymouse

My neighbor's kids have a garage band. Great. You know the band the freaks have in "Freaks and Geeks"? That band blows my neighbor's kids' band out of the water. Yes, IT'S THAT BAD.

I am going to go krazy glue my headphones to my ears.

And I will listen to lo-fi music because SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO STUDY, ASSHOLES. God. Can't you practice at your friend's house? Fuck you.


Postscript:

Dear God,

I'm not sure if I believe in Your existence, but if You're the deity that just made it rain and stopped my neighbor's kid and his band of merry-sucky-soundings, then I salute You. And offer You offerings. Of graditude. Thank You.

Signed,
Margaret

PS: My name is not Margaret. GOD, don't You read Judy Blume?! I thought You were supposed to be omnipotent or something. But You rock! Thanks for the rain. I might start going to that Unitarian Universalist Church to learn more about how Jesus wasn't white and how it is important to be a nice person and stuff if You rain out my neighbor's kid every time he wants to practice his drums.