Why does a malignant God ALWAYS choose to fuck with my sleep. If it's not a whole lot of work that I'm doing that prevents me from dancing with morpheus, it's that cunting postman. With yet another Bill / Summons / Grudge.
Bastards.
Bastards.
i gave up tv for just that reason.
god damn catchy songs and their little stupid lyrics about products i dont want to buy, and even if i did probibly couldnmt afford!
gah!