Happy hangover day, shithead.
Surprisingly, my head feels fine. Even though I got drunk as hell at Pappy T's last night. It was a fun night, I saw people I missed terribly and got Peaches to dance with me. If you know my big goofy goth friend, you know that's damn impressive. Pretty impressive that I danced too, actually. Their band was pretty rad for a bar band, and the whole night only cost me $5.
But this morning, ooh this morning. The fucking idiot upstairs starts blasting fucking Michael Jackson as loud as possible at 7am. Let me repeat that for emphasis. MICHAEL JACKSON. INCREDIBLY LOUD. 7AM. THE DAY AFTER ST PATRICK'S DAY. I could've killed him. But I just beat on the cieling with the end of my mop like some crazed old woman. That didn't stop him, though, and he kept it up 'til 10am when his girlfriend came home with her 3 bastard children. I swear, these kids do nothing but jump up and down and scream at the top of their lungs. So I got about four hours of sleep last night, but it's cool, 'cause I'm really looking forward to coming home from work around 11 and letting my stereo go to town while I'm up 'til about 4 or 5. Fuckers.
This morning was almost as bad as New Year's Day, when he ran around the building at 8am literally banging on pipes with a hammer in a failed attempt to install his own new heating system. Then he had to come in my apartment when we complained so that we could show him how he was pulling pipes from our heater out of the wall.
Honestly, I'm considering laying bear traps in the backyard for him and his brats. I like his dog though, even if it does stand in the backyard and bark at absolutely nothing at all for hours. It's cute.
But eww, I just realized what time it is and I have to get ready for work. Sleepy, sleepy work. Wish me luck.
Surprisingly, my head feels fine. Even though I got drunk as hell at Pappy T's last night. It was a fun night, I saw people I missed terribly and got Peaches to dance with me. If you know my big goofy goth friend, you know that's damn impressive. Pretty impressive that I danced too, actually. Their band was pretty rad for a bar band, and the whole night only cost me $5.
But this morning, ooh this morning. The fucking idiot upstairs starts blasting fucking Michael Jackson as loud as possible at 7am. Let me repeat that for emphasis. MICHAEL JACKSON. INCREDIBLY LOUD. 7AM. THE DAY AFTER ST PATRICK'S DAY. I could've killed him. But I just beat on the cieling with the end of my mop like some crazed old woman. That didn't stop him, though, and he kept it up 'til 10am when his girlfriend came home with her 3 bastard children. I swear, these kids do nothing but jump up and down and scream at the top of their lungs. So I got about four hours of sleep last night, but it's cool, 'cause I'm really looking forward to coming home from work around 11 and letting my stereo go to town while I'm up 'til about 4 or 5. Fuckers.
This morning was almost as bad as New Year's Day, when he ran around the building at 8am literally banging on pipes with a hammer in a failed attempt to install his own new heating system. Then he had to come in my apartment when we complained so that we could show him how he was pulling pipes from our heater out of the wall.
Honestly, I'm considering laying bear traps in the backyard for him and his brats. I like his dog though, even if it does stand in the backyard and bark at absolutely nothing at all for hours. It's cute.
But eww, I just realized what time it is and I have to get ready for work. Sleepy, sleepy work. Wish me luck.
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