I am so grouchy. The cow upstairs is at it again. Woke me up this morning with her loud music. Early..on a damn weekend. So as I lay there in bed pulling out my hair she puts the damn song on repeat like 10 times. *headdesk*

The fat cow upstairs.... and her music blasting at 8 am every morning. I like to get back into bed with Lily for a bit after I get the kids off to school, but with her... pssht... not an option. Between her stomping around for an hour and blaring her music, my sleep is doomed. I hate her, I really do. I've told the apartment office three times now ( Read more... )