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GRRRR
I. Hate. My. Neighbours.
It's Thursday night! It's Thursday bloody night and they've been out there, those goddamned KIDS, making a bloody ruckus for over an hour now. I know it's "only" ten, but I'm fucking exhausted and the air conditioning is not on; if I close my window, I'll swelter to death in my room. I hate them. I hate them sooooo much. *flails*
It's Thursday night! It's Thursday bloody night and they've been out there, those goddamned KIDS, making a bloody ruckus for over an hour now. I know it's "only" ten, but I'm fucking exhausted and the air conditioning is not on; if I close my window, I'll swelter to death in my room. I hate them. I hate them sooooo much. *flails*
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And on a Thursday night, "Only" ten is TOO LATE for disturbing hardworking folk.
*uses old coot icon on your behalf*
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And, unfortunately, any background noise I have going on still needs to be pretty damn quiet for me to get any sleep, so, alas, listening to music doesn't quite work when they're loud enough, and close enough, that I can hear every word they're saying very clearly. Little bastards. At least they're going back to school soon!
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Grrrrrrr. Of course, they are acting the same way little kids do when they're "just having fuuun" with all that shrieking bloody murder.
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*might possibly have been One Of Those Damn Kids at more than one point in the very recent-past*
>.>
<.<
*shuffles feet*
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*smooch*
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