I really should feel bad about how I cranked up some emo tunage for three eardrum- busting hours this afternoon. Emo is an acquired taste, you see, and it’s likely that my neighbors do not appreciate the sad, screechy vocals of skinny, floppy-haired, 17-year-old boys as much as I do…
But come to think of it, maybe I’m wrong.
I mean, judging from the ruckus going on upstairs at the ungodly hour of 1 am this morning, my neighbors are HUGE emo fans. I don’t know if skinny boys were involved, but I’m fairly certain there was some disheveled hair, as a libidinous lady, and her (apparently very skilled) lover participated in a high-pitched hootinany.
Yes, Suzy GetSumBooty was at it again…
Seriously, I couldn’t get to sleep until like 2 am, and even then I felt like I needed a shower and some cuddling first.
In other news, I nearly cut my off my finger while slicing a butternut squash.
It has been bleeding for hours.
That means, if I do not write tomorrow, I am a) dead from loss of blood, b) having a difficult time typing with the stumpy remains, or c) am pissed off and pouting because I am on a veggie fast, which is what landed thumbkin on the chopping block in the first place.