jayden

There is construction going on right outside my building, and it's making the air smell like burning plastic. I can either shut my windows and have my apartment be stuffy and hot or open the windows and be smelling the nasty burning plastic smell all day. Delightful.
I really hate this building, and a majority of the people who live in it. Last night my neighbor was attempting to hammer something into the wall and wouldn't let up for like an hour. THE FUCKING WALLS ARE CEMENT, and the worthless piece of shit didn't seem to pick up on that. And this morning I awoke to the person on the floor above me playing music so loud my pots and pans and blinds were actually vibrating. *grumble*

I bet going outside and getting a breath of fresh air would make me feel better, but I don't really feel like walking or dealing with people right now. Being a recluse is where it's at.