[FenrisQueen]

It's early. Or late, depending. All I know is I get woken from a lovely dream involving..well, never mind. The neighbors behind my apartment have no concept of SLEEP, apparently, because I am rudely rousted from slumber by screaming. Screaming, I ask you. If they could do it during the day when my vast social life keeps me from the dark bowels of my room, it would be fine. I wouldn't care. Have your stupid little Leave It To Beaver domestic disputes when I am NOT at home. You let your kids run rampant and scream all day long, then you won't even shut up at NIGHT? Jesus Mary and Joseph, I haven't committed any sin worthy of this. Until the delightful gin and vodka soaked age of twenty one hits me, and I am out getting fucked up (instead of at home) at a bar somewhere and am not present to hear your petty squabbles, feel free and kind to have the grace and decorum to KINDLY SHUT THE BLOODY FUCK UP.
Thank you.


And on a side note, as a favor to Wolfmoon, I have double checked for grammatical errors. (even though she might love me enough to forgive my punctuational trespasses.)