aggravatedMust they empty the dumpsters at 8a on Saturdays?
No love,
Me
Dear Brain,
Must you wake me up every hour on the hour, dumpster notwithstanding?
Seriously no love,
Me
Dear Girls Down the Hall,
Must you play your music so loud, it makes my walls vibrate three doors down? And starting at 9a on a Saturday?
I was tempted to plug in C's speakers and play something bass-heavy in revenge, but that would only affect the people below my room. And unlike you, I think about such things.
Extreme irritation,
Me
Dear Left Wrist,
I hope you're having fun with this deQuervains Tendonitis of yours. I'm certainly not.
Please get the fuck over it. kthnxbye
Excruciating pain and boredom,
Me
That is all.
