I hate when people tell me to smile. Don't tell me what to do. And plus why would I be walking around smiling? Crazy people, homeless people, and drunk people walk around smiling. Not normal people who are walking to the mail box.
My eyes hurt from looking at the computer all day and I think I put dirty underwear on this morning.
Oh yeah. Our neighbors suck. The jewy looking one in the attic was making all kinds of racket for a long time. Why would Anne Frank think that would be a good place to hide? I can hear you! Especially when you build IKEA furniture all day and shuffle around complaining about the price of bagels.
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