Our retarded downstairs neighbors are blasting fucking Korn or another one of those nu-metal bands, and the bass is making our floor vibrate. I made several Skinhead stomps on our living room floor, and theyve apparently had an effect.
These are the same assholes that constantly slam their doors, play their music loud like today, and jump over their balcony instead of using the front doorthe same assholes that pounded on their ceiling when I made some small thumps while putting together my DVD bookcase/tower/thing.
I think this l-shaped adapter-ended coax cable I bought is funky. I used it earlier today and the cable went out after about fifteen minutes two times in a row. I screwed the old one back in and it was fine. I just tested the new one again, and it doesnt seem to be having any problems. I even rotated it around the wall jack (its one of those easy ones that slide on instead of screw) and nothing happened. Isnt that exciting?!
The Bass will be finished this month: 100% guarantee. I need to figure out what color to paint it. Im thinking a shade of teal with a little more blue than green.
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Ive been trying to get stamps for the past three days. I couldnt make it Monday because there was other shit I had to do. Couldnt go to the post office Tuesday because I was on fumes and had to get gas beforehand, which left me unable to make it to the post office before the fucking thing closed. I was going to stop by after work today, but the parking lot was full; fuck that. I went after school, the parking lot was almost empty, so I went in. The goddamned lobby was packed! Where the fuck did those people come from? Were they there for the express purpose of pissing me off? I go home and decide Ill go to the grocery store and get some there. I wade out into heavy rush-hour traffic to arrive at a grocery store packed with people. Im so concerned with getting the fuck out of there that I hurry around and grab a few things, then get to the check-out lane. All I want to do is leave. The people in the store are making me want to kill them. I pay for my shit and go out to my car.
Guess what I forgot to buy?
THE MOTHER-FUCKING STAMPS!
ARRGHD:F:LKJSADF(U$PRH@#L$J%KHW#P$(*RHLKJSDHP(H#HDLASDJGHP(*TH!
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I love slippers. They're warm.
These are the same assholes that constantly slam their doors, play their music loud like today, and jump over their balcony instead of using the front doorthe same assholes that pounded on their ceiling when I made some small thumps while putting together my DVD bookcase/tower/thing.
I think this l-shaped adapter-ended coax cable I bought is funky. I used it earlier today and the cable went out after about fifteen minutes two times in a row. I screwed the old one back in and it was fine. I just tested the new one again, and it doesnt seem to be having any problems. I even rotated it around the wall jack (its one of those easy ones that slide on instead of screw) and nothing happened. Isnt that exciting?!
The Bass will be finished this month: 100% guarantee. I need to figure out what color to paint it. Im thinking a shade of teal with a little more blue than green.
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Ive been trying to get stamps for the past three days. I couldnt make it Monday because there was other shit I had to do. Couldnt go to the post office Tuesday because I was on fumes and had to get gas beforehand, which left me unable to make it to the post office before the fucking thing closed. I was going to stop by after work today, but the parking lot was full; fuck that. I went after school, the parking lot was almost empty, so I went in. The goddamned lobby was packed! Where the fuck did those people come from? Were they there for the express purpose of pissing me off? I go home and decide Ill go to the grocery store and get some there. I wade out into heavy rush-hour traffic to arrive at a grocery store packed with people. Im so concerned with getting the fuck out of there that I hurry around and grab a few things, then get to the check-out lane. All I want to do is leave. The people in the store are making me want to kill them. I pay for my shit and go out to my car.
Guess what I forgot to buy?
THE MOTHER-FUCKING STAMPS!
ARRGHD:F:LKJSADF(U$PRH@#L$J%KHW#P$(*RHLKJSDHP(H#HDLASDJGHP(*TH!
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I love slippers. They're warm.
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Don't they usually have a vending machine for stamps at the post office? I always forget the most important thing on my list. I think you need to blast some music and throw a fit. Get that agression out before you explode!
mmm. i love teal