i'm tired of the baustelle beneath my window, every morning they're out there pounding away, jackhammers, clanging pipes... for once i'd like to get a lovely night's rest and not be woken up by stupid loud men...

the past two nights i've had seriously intense dreams about two of my exes... and it just creeping me out on all sorts of levels. i like to keep my past repressed like any other healthy person.

i wish my names was klaus