So, several nights ago, in between my two thirteen hour days at work, I was awakened at two a.m. by the sound of his new acoustic electric guitar. Apparently, the best place in his apartment to plug in the amp is right below my bed, and apparently, he is having a hard time understanding the Theory of Rhythm, because I got to hear "strum-ity strum-ity strum-ity strum" over and over and over and over until I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Dear God please be quiet." He turned the amp down about a notch, probably to 10, since clearly he is one of those people whose amps go to 11. And strum-ity strum, strum-ity strum. So I yelled "Please, I have to get up for work in two hours!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE," and the music went off abruptly. Ahhhh.
Now, I know I'm going to have to, like, actually speak to this vampire face to face one time, and actually he's not a vampire at all, but a fresh-faced boy of a person, just trying to be a kid at college, WOO, with a grumpy old hag living upstairs. But last night he and his girlfriend dragged out the old acoustic electric again, and it was early, granted, only about eight p.m., but the strum-ity strum, and they were beatboxing along, the two of them. I just, I can't. Beatboxing. It's at once so charming, and so completely horrible and dispiriting, that I cannot deal. What if I see him and burst out laughing? My mature and adultlike problem-solving demeanor will be shot to hell, right from the start. Oh, vampire. I do love you. *stabs*
It's going to be so much better when I go live in my cave in the woods, and raise cats.
Here's another one for the newbie guide.
No one ever realizes they're a wanker, even if they fight with everyone on the net on a daily basis, and have to flounce away. So shake ya ass, kiddies, but watch yaself.
Oh, and also!
Watch out for the ones who post flocked screeds about others. Ask yourself, why am I on this filter? If you don't like the answer, then straighten up and fly right.
Finally, do I have to post my default icon? I didn't think so. JC's tired face is the first one I ever made, and the first one I ever used, and I love it THIS MUCH.