It's not the hair dye. That wore off hours ago. HOURS.
Okay, I'm faced with the possibility that I am, in fact, that person after all. You know, the one who shouts and stomps on the floor and slams doors when her neighbors make too much noise. I hate that person! I believe in calm face to face problem solving! That person is a passive aggressive trouble making ho, and emotionally manipulative besides! Damn.
But who wants to problem solve at 3 o'clock in the morning? I just want the fucking music to stop, because I have to get up in an hour and a half. Well, I didn't this morning, and they were LUCKY, but that's all I'd better say about that. You wanna talk about passive AGGRESSIVE. I gotcher... okay.
What I did do was to shout at the top of my lungs AT LEAST PLAY SOMETHING GOOD FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! which, all right. Made me laugh, and the music cut off abruptly, and I read fanfiction for an hour or so and then drifted off into the most interesting dream about Topher Grace, who had his own talk show, apparently. Huh.
Yes, you're right. I'm just mad