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Stab, stab, stab, stab, kill, kill, kill, kill
There are people hammering/banging shit up on my roof (a construction crew made up of Satan's minions, in other words) & dumping old crap off the side--conveniently next to my bedroom window--and I want to murder them, slowly & painfully.
Have I mentioned that I haven't actually slept yet and it's 9 am in the morning? Oh, I'd like to, sure, but THEY WON'T LET ME. They've been out there since I tried to go to bed at seven. Apparently they have no respect for the nocturnal.
Looks like this is my theme song today:
*eta: but this makes everything better: (OMG, SO FUNNY)
Have I mentioned that I haven't actually slept yet and it's 9 am in the morning? Oh, I'd like to, sure, but THEY WON'T LET ME. They've been out there since I tried to go to bed at seven. Apparently they have no respect for the nocturnal.
Looks like this is my theme song today:
*eta: but this makes everything better: (OMG, SO FUNNY)