as dr. wilcox would say, this is yelling from my car rather than saying it to their faces...
why can we not live in a nice world, where people are respectful of each other and their things? sometimes, i wish i had the guts to tell the people who live next door to me how i feel. that perhaps, unlike their poor mothers, i will not pick up their trash bags and put it in the trash can. perhaps i, like most humans, do enjoy sleeping without people stomping on my roof like it is their own personal romping patio. perhaps i do not enjoy their loud mouths at all hours of the night. perhaps i'd like some respect when it comes to laundry space and times. and for a little bit of icing on the cake, PERHAPS i do not want to come home from work to find my plants savagely destroyed by somebody's bike. perhaps i do not like looking at the pile of dirt that they left behind.
so while i sit here and rant and rave on my blog while they continue to be completely awful, perhaps my heart will stop beating so hard from the little fury i've worked myself into.
good night batman, let's all just use our brains.
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