Wed, 28 Sep 2005 06:01:54 GMT

Missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me
If you kiss me mister I might tell my sister
If I tell her mister she might tell my mother and my
Mother, mister, she might tell my father and my father
Mister he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer
Come up from the city and arrest you mister
So I wouldnt miss me if you get me, mister, see?

Missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me
If you kiss me mister you must think I'm pretty
If you think so mister you must want to fuck me
If you fuck me mister it must mean you love me
If you love me mister you would never leave me
It's as simple as can be!

"Missed Me," The Dresden Dolls

I don't really have much to say, yet I'm writing an entry anyway. Word.

Seriously though, folks, I'm about to Lay the Smack Down on my next-door neighbours. And not just one of them, oh no. I quite possibly have the worst combination of neighbours, ever. In the Blue Corner, we have:

The Tarik Family: Described by their youngest (and most annoying) son as "The Crazy Iraqi Family," The Tarik Family at first seem okay. I personally thought they were fine, until one fateful day. I was sitting outside, when three bags of rubbish fly over the fence and into our back yard. I wait a second to see if there's any attempt at retrieval, but... nope. So I throw them back over. A few minutes later, they're thrown back over to my house. Ever since, I put most of my trash over their side of the fence.

The Tailbys: They just have really, really irritating children. Like, think of the most irritating child you've ever met, and times it by 10, honestly. They know every irritating trick in the damn book: the incessant "why" questions, the "I'll be evil around you and then cute as a button as soon as any adult comes near us" trick, and (worst of all) the "I'll copy you until you go insane and threaten to kill me!"

The Loud People: I don't actually know these people, and have never interacted with them, but they're so damn loud that they deserve a mention. A normal fight (which they have at least seven times a day) will go like this:

SMALL CHILD: *kicks other child*
OTHER CHILD: *screams, kicks small child*
SMALL & OTHER CHILD: *both scream as loud as possible*
MOTHER: WHAT THE HELL?! HOW DARE YOU KICK HIM!! *random yelling*
FATHER: *rushes out, screams abuse at everyone*
WHOLE FAMILY: *screams*

Oh, and they keep on throwing tennis balls over the fence.

These holidays are going really slowly. I've got quite a bit of homework to do, but somehow I just cannot bring myself to actually do any of it. I know that I'll end up frantically attempting to finish it the Sunday before school returns, but... gah. I still can't care enough.

Go me.

friends only.

Thu, 22 Sep 2005 02:53:38 GMT

This is just a precaution - I'm screening my calls, if you will. Comment to be added.

::bullet with butterfly wings::

friends only.