B13, get me the police.

first, the good.
i have been listening to scott joplin, drinking lemonade, and reading fried green tomatoes. living a life of book sin delicious. truly.


now, the anger comes.
Okay, okay okay.
now you know its hard to trust a storyteller who only trusts their own story about ninety percent. but let me tell you, i think that this happened last night.
alright.
my neighbors are incredible, the loudest.
i hate them.
i really can't stand them.
they wake me up at 3 a.m. blaring their music.
they wake me up at 7 a.m. blaring their music.
they are doing so right now. actually, i think they are watching a movie about engines revving, because thats all im hearing from up there.
do these people have jobs?
well last night was the last straw, because i swear to god, some computer or something of theirs was screaming an electronic bingo game. at 4 a.m. loud as monsters. i could hear every letternumber, i could have played along. but i was too angry. B14. G38. BINGO---------this is the most ridiculous thing that has ever kept me up at night. i had anger coursing through my veins like so many snakes. and i have been having nightmares.

goodnight, you assholes. i can't wait to move away from you and your electronics.