Hello, good day. It's been awhile.
If my HOA leaves me one more goddamned note on my door, I am going to light it on fire & shove it up their asses. I get it, the fucking trash shoot is clogged. It's been clogged since I moved in.. six months ago! I don't put anything in that disgusting thing, maybe you should talk to the dirty fat fuckers upstairs. The thing is clogged with a DIAPER BOX. Does it look like I have fucking kids running around here?! I don't have any patio furniture on my porch, I've removed my storage cabinet, I don't have beer bottles anywhere, I don't even leave cigarette butts on the driveway! I park in my assigned parking spot - every time, and I don't have loud parties anymore. All of the above has been affective since I moved in - six months ago. MAYBE they should bother the white trash motherfuckers that are moving in from Arkansas. MAYBE they should talk to the drug dealers that live 4 doors down. MAYBE they should talk to someone who is home more than 3 nights a week. Aaaaaggghhhh! Frustrating.
I had a pretty rad day at work, if I do say so myself. I'm feeling much better. Still a little off-ish, but the cold meds helped a lot. Cold meds + venti Java Chip = my new best friend.
I'm in love with this song as of late :
(No, Frank. Not about who you think!!)
"Your Ex-Lover Is Dead"
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...
I had a pretty rad day at work, if I do say so myself. I'm feeling much better. Still a little off-ish, but the cold meds helped a lot. Cold meds + venti Java Chip = my new best friend.
I'm in love with this song as of late :
(No, Frank. Not about who you think!!)
"Your Ex-Lover Is Dead"
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...