drinking some rye whiskey, then re-alphbetizing my cds then bed.
my mom almost set her house on fire when i went to visit tonight. as a direct result, my left knee smelled like cat pee until i got home. i'd explain the story in detail, but everything is funnier out of context.
the hatefully nice lesbian upstairs who looks like calvin from calvin and hobbes decided to block the driveway so i can't park in it. i'm sick of being a nice neighbor all the time and getting shat on. they work weird shedules and the walls are thin, so i never have guests and i only have sex at my girlfriends house, so as not to disturb them, yet every time i turn on the TV, whether it be 10am, 3pm, or 8pm, at any volume, they still stomp on the fucking floor like i'm throwing some kind of rave. my neighbors have keys to my car, so they can move it when they need to get out in the morning, yet this one chick can not be fucking bothered to be nice and let me park in my own fucking driveway. the thing that bothers me the most, is that they pretend to be nice as fucking pie to my face. fuck them. my patience has worn thin.
my mom almost set her house on fire when i went to visit tonight. as a direct result, my left knee smelled like cat pee until i got home. i'd explain the story in detail, but everything is funnier out of context.
the hatefully nice lesbian upstairs who looks like calvin from calvin and hobbes decided to block the driveway so i can't park in it. i'm sick of being a nice neighbor all the time and getting shat on. they work weird shedules and the walls are thin, so i never have guests and i only have sex at my girlfriends house, so as not to disturb them, yet every time i turn on the TV, whether it be 10am, 3pm, or 8pm, at any volume, they still stomp on the fucking floor like i'm throwing some kind of rave. my neighbors have keys to my car, so they can move it when they need to get out in the morning, yet this one chick can not be fucking bothered to be nice and let me park in my own fucking driveway. the thing that bothers me the most, is that they pretend to be nice as fucking pie to my face. fuck them. my patience has worn thin.
well, id say my basment. but i have since moved out of that house. there is a food not bombs show coming up soon, its posted in the boston group, if youre interested. they can be good or bad, depending. but ive been to a few that were spot on.