2003-11-23 - 6:14 a.m.

OK, I've gotta say something about this. This apartment sucks donkey ass. How in the world did I allow myself to get talked out of staying in the house I was in? The floors are paper thin and the walls are made of frickin' jell-o. It's a house split into 3 apartments. That's what you'd expect, right? You'd be aware of the fact that everyday little noises (i.e., walking) from your neighbors can be heard more clearly at times to you than even the people making the noise. I mean, we all learned about sound and solids in third grade science class, right?? ...Hm, ok, maybe I'm the only one who paid attention.
In my own home (which is a leaky piece of shite, I might add), it appears that I have a curfew and a bedtime. I've gotten up to take a piss, hearing an arrogant pounding from below afterwards. While perparing my only meal for the day, I've received complaints of imaginary volleyball games. I've had conversations with my roommate sitting three feet away from me interrupted by a pesky pissant with dragon-size ears. I am unable to have any physical contact with my girlfriend in MY HOME because it evidentally causes earthquakes. Jesus F**king Christ! Send me to a concetration camp, already. I'd have at least 10 more rights as a human-Fing-being.

Another thing: If you have a problem with me, then don't be a pudwhacker and come to ME about it. Don't send your spawn after me, and DO NOT have your liver-bellied spawn drag other people from my life into it. ARRRGH!!!

I'll be back to continue this rant and apologize for not getting to choose my mehtod of income as easily as others later. For now, I have to go to work from 7am-3pm and 5pm-10ish. ...bah.

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