obviously i need to move into a nice CEMENT loft in downtown where i will get NULL noise complaints.
aaanyway, "clementine" put this fucking NOTICE on my door the other day. so annoying.. it's not like i'm throwing fucking fifty-person parties with live djs or anything. in fact, i NEVER do. it is very seldom that i invite people over.. pieceofshitt.

and apparently, i HATE typos.
today.. i'm sorting out my laundry. i think i'm going to RE-buy that fucking necklace i lost, too. gosh, it's such a waste of money but i honestly feel like i have to do this. it's totally and utterly imperative [and, because of that, disgusting as well]. ehhh. i'm also craving mcdonald's for some reason.. whatthefuck is this grossness?!
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