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You know those days when you're distressed over something and you can't figure out what? I thought at first it was the fucking terrorists, but eventually I realized it was because I had another PTSD dream last night. But what really pisses me off about it is that it was triggered by the brat next door having another one of it's tantrums. So that is the last damn straw. Monday I'm complaining to the manager.

This weekend is supposed to be sooooooo nice~~~ 80 degrees and low humidity. And lesboy is gone all weekend, too! Of course he left his remembrances all over the kitchen. I can't even clean my OWN dishes until I do something with his crap first. And by "something" I mean "throw out". I don't care if he thinks margarine bins and salad bar containers are Tupperware, if he's going to leave them in my way, I'm going to throw them in the dumpster.

I'm also getting rid of his microwave. Aside from the fact that he never cleans when something spills inside it, it's finally crossed the line from useless piece of crap to fire hazard. Fireworks are pretty, but not when they're happening inside the microwave.

This song is so pretty~~ Thank you, event__horizon for sending it to me!