why, oh why, do the fuckers upstairs have to be moving out today? i seriously just finished my breakfast and was getting my stuff together to work on my big investments portfolio project (lets see, its gonna be about 30 pages with dozens of calculations). meaning i can't f-ing concentrate while people are clammering around, banging stuff into the walls and my door as they haul shit away and slam it into the uhaul that is parked on the fucking lawn no more than 30 feet from my living room window (which is the room where my table and computer are). FUCK! I know they are probably moving out, too, because of the bitch with the kid below them who hates them and turned them in to our asshole of a landlord for having a cat. but still, i don't feel bad for them. i feel bad for me! and now there are two empty apartments here, out of 6, plus one down the block at jerry's....apparently billy doesn't need the rent money, but he is still the world's cheapest landlord.
goddammit!
***please excuse my language, but i am f-ing pissed!***
1 comment:
I hope you finish the paper quickly- perhaps they will take a moving hiatus and you will be given some peace and quite
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