The guy who lives above me is very musical. He plays drums. He plays piano. He plays keyboard. I really like most musicians, but this guy is an exception. Keyboard Guy manages to find the perfect time to play keyboard that gets me the maximum amount of pissed. It’s a skill, really. Over the past three months, he’s kept me up at 3am on a Tuesday, he’s woken me up at 8am on a Saturday, he’s ruined my studying time, and he’s ruined my music time. Of all the rooms you could have lived in, why the one right above me? And why the hell is your keyboard so loud? It’s like his amp is pointed right into my room.
And yes, I realize that Keyboard Guy probably looks nothing like this.
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
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Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
What is with you people?
I'm tired of seeing penises drawn everywhere whenever I'm in public bathrooms. What is it with you people? The last thing I think about when going to the bathroom is whipping out a pencil (why do you have a pencil on you in the first place?) and drawing a penis on the wall. Here are my rules for when it's ok to draw penises:
1. Never draw penises.
This doesn't happen in girls' bathrooms, right? Or are there vaginas drawn everywhere?
1. Never draw penises.
This doesn't happen in girls' bathrooms, right? Or are there vaginas drawn everywhere?
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