fucking KIDS
i don't know how many times i've complained about them, but i'm doing it again.
since edwin an i can't find the CD holder for the car, i've been bringing my CD case with us. i have one of those really big cases that holds 200+ CDs. it got it some time in high school, and when i first got it, armi wrote "hayate" on a "hello my name is" tag, and stuck it on it, then i put some scotch tape around it to keep it from falling off. and with how i am, i hold sentimental value in anything that's given to me by a friend or family.
so anyhoo... on the way to work today, i had the CD case on my lap. i wanted to throw in different CD, and when i looked at the tag, i noticed there were orange and yellow scribbles all over it from markers. WTF?! those damn kids drew all over it!! and their fucking parents didn't even say anything to me about it. wth.
i'm starting to get pushed to my limit. i'm about ready to slap those kids around a bit if they don't stop fucking up my house, and my things.
that's all.
since edwin an i can't find the CD holder for the car, i've been bringing my CD case with us. i have one of those really big cases that holds 200+ CDs. it got it some time in high school, and when i first got it, armi wrote "hayate" on a "hello my name is" tag, and stuck it on it, then i put some scotch tape around it to keep it from falling off. and with how i am, i hold sentimental value in anything that's given to me by a friend or family.
so anyhoo... on the way to work today, i had the CD case on my lap. i wanted to throw in different CD, and when i looked at the tag, i noticed there were orange and yellow scribbles all over it from markers. WTF?! those damn kids drew all over it!! and their fucking parents didn't even say anything to me about it. wth.
i'm starting to get pushed to my limit. i'm about ready to slap those kids around a bit if they don't stop fucking up my house, and my things.
that's all.