I wish that Dr. Egypt would come back to town so that I could get even with my fucking fucking neighbors. (how do you say that, my fucking neighbors that were fucking?)
I think I'd purposely go all out. Screaming, moaning, banging, crying, lots of -ing verbs going on.
I'm so tired and it's all their fault. I want to go home and sleep. I keep thinking it's Monday. It's way too early for chocolate.
I wonder what code to charge my time to for fucking around on the internet all day.
I'm so lame I just realized I wrote about meatloaf. Well I suck, but the meatloaf was good.
Y'all need to do some writing in your journals. I've still got 3 hours to kill.
I think I'm going to get some earplugs.