Thoughts arrive like butterflies
One is not amused.
Ahh! My next door neighbours thought it'd be a great idea
to start sawing, drilling, hammering and 8 o'clock this
morning. Now, they may be ignorant fucks, or they may just
be idiots, but some of us are still asleep at 8am on a
Saturday. Since it's been very much near impossible to go back to
sleep, I've been reading for two hours and I've finished
my book. Now I'm panicking. I'll have to go out and buy a
new one to read.
I blame all this on my mum. If she had just let me sleep at
my Grandmas like I said then I wouldn't have gotten woken
up and I wouldn't be in a bad mood.