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twenty-second, feb scheming to get my upstairs neighbors back - for playing their drums like they know how to play drums (loud), for playing their guitar like they know how to play guitar (in my face) - by blasting the locust as loudly as fucking possible when i think they've gone to sleep tortures even me, but hey, i was committed though it's a no go: the ungodly screeching may have caused my roommate's doted upon hamsters (i.e. the gay couple next door) to have little seizures. seriously i'm not kidding. so fuck. |