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an open letter to my downstairs neighbor
Apr. 1st, 2005 10:24 amdear jackass,
your taste in music sucks. normally i would try to be more eloquent, but thanks to you cranking up the volume at 3 FUCKING 30 in the MORNING, i'm a little tired and a lot grumpy. i hope there's a special section of hell for you, you dickless wonder. a section in which you are stuck listening to a medley of ashlee simpson's greatest hits at high volume on endless loop, and everytime you try to sleep, a demon smacks you in the face with a baseball bat to wake you up.
no love,
the girl upstairs
your taste in music sucks. normally i would try to be more eloquent, but thanks to you cranking up the volume at 3 FUCKING 30 in the MORNING, i'm a little tired and a lot grumpy. i hope there's a special section of hell for you, you dickless wonder. a section in which you are stuck listening to a medley of ashlee simpson's greatest hits at high volume on endless loop, and everytime you try to sleep, a demon smacks you in the face with a baseball bat to wake you up.
no love,
the girl upstairs
