hmmm...what to write...
I just LOVE writing in journals, but I feel like I have nothing to say.
My housing situation is really annoying right now. Jason and his music are FUCKING ANNOYING. It's not that he plays bad music, he just plays it loud enough for me to hear...in my room/loft. He has NO consideration for the fact that I do NOT have a wall. Or a door for that matter. I have asked him NUMEROUS times to keep it down. He plays his video games right in the living room, where my room is connected to. When he has a perfectly fine TV in his own room to connect it to. So I've got his loud-ass music AND the X-box music. CRAPPY I HATE YOU DIE. It doesn't matter how many times I ask him or tell him to turn it down...he keeps playing it LOUD. I HATE HIM AND I HATE LIVING WITH HIM. But now it looks like I have to TRY and last until the end of May.
Fuck.
ciao
I just LOVE writing in journals, but I feel like I have nothing to say.
My housing situation is really annoying right now. Jason and his music are FUCKING ANNOYING. It's not that he plays bad music, he just plays it loud enough for me to hear...in my room/loft. He has NO consideration for the fact that I do NOT have a wall. Or a door for that matter. I have asked him NUMEROUS times to keep it down. He plays his video games right in the living room, where my room is connected to. When he has a perfectly fine TV in his own room to connect it to. So I've got his loud-ass music AND the X-box music. CRAPPY I HATE YOU DIE. It doesn't matter how many times I ask him or tell him to turn it down...he keeps playing it LOUD. I HATE HIM AND I HATE LIVING WITH HIM. But now it looks like I have to TRY and last until the end of May.
Fuck.
ciao
with a shovel.
or anything really.
[Edited on Apr 20, 2004 6:49PM]