Listen friends. I don't mean to bring you down. But I must write this post.
Times are bad, unless you're filthy rich, and even they (Ed McMahon!) are going through economic hell! Gasoline is going up at least ten cents every day! I can't take it anymore! This is bloody ridiculous! Here in L.A., I already seen it practically at $5! WHAT THA F**K?! And the price of food and other things is up too! What is going on with this country? We're in debt, at war, and the general mood out there is very worrisome. My poor bud is getting laid off, and he's such a brilliantly smart irreplaceable employee, yet a threat to the losers in management. And tomatoes have been recalled! And the tornadoes this year are pretty bad! And even though I hate my job at times and the dumbasses in charge, I guess I'm glad I have an income of some sort, because this whole f**king thing is spiraling out of control. Obama or McCain are gonna inherit shitty leftovers from the Bush administration; who would even want that job anyway? And I fear America is racist enough to vote that creep McCain in! OMG! And I got a bad allergy/cold because I feel pretty crummy. Damnit, we struggle to pay our bills and all, and it just keeps getting harder and harder. This sucks. We the middle class are in danger of vanishing. Damn you Paris Hilton! Politicians and the rich just don't care. I feel this will get a lot worse.
My downstairs neighbor is trying to sell her place and has come up to always gently and sweetly (she's a phony) warn us to please keep the walking and noise down when others come to see her place. We have always been courteous to do so, but no more Mr. Nice Guy. If my mom does laundry or my roomie accidentally drops something on the floor, she'll start tapping at them from down below to shut up. God forbid they walk too damn hard as to actually slightly stomp, for she'll start tapping. Last night was the last straw; I never bother her, and had to break my Ramen noodles in order to boil them and she started tapping at me! Five measly seconds of breaking noodles and she starts tapping at me! YOU ROYAL C**T! What are we ghosts that can hover that can't make noise at all?! We're at work most of the day you obnoxious stupid vixen! What tha hell does she do all day?! God forbid someone farts! She'll be ready to tap back! I was livid to hear her complaint banging back at me after breaking the noodles, so I banged that kitchen counter nice and loud right back at her and she answered me, but I had to have the last loud two which in essence said to her: F*CK OFF. We're never home, and when we are, a little noise here and there is not going to kill you YOU JERK! MY GOD! If she wants complete and total silence, she should look into moving to the wilderness. I swear, I was so pissed at her last night, I was ready to go down and tell her off. We're nice neighbors/people and we don't bother anybody, but if she wants to f**k with me, she's in for it. Besides, her now gone boyfriend used to make noise down below all the time! Sawing, hammering, and opening that fackin' garage door just below my room all the damn time! AND WE NEVER COMPLAINED!
I dare her to come up to me next time to be quiet when she's got potential buyers to come and look at her place. I DARE HER. I hate being an asshole but some people won't learn otherwise.
The unreasonable petty stupid bitch. I'm ready for ya.