brink.

tonight is one of those nights where, from the time i left work, i knew it would be an uphill battle to get home, then not go crazy when i got home. i left work angsty, a feeling that never decreases when subjected to any length of time on the TTC during rush hour. then to the grocery- more rage. then walking towards my door on our street- "excuse me, excuse me" some fucking woman who's said that to me before and i said no before she even opened her mouth. i just ignored her this time. fuck off, not today, not most days but especially not today.

then i get home to a nice quiet, peaceful apartment. WRONG!

clang clang rattle bing bang the fuckers in the alley are gonna drag their shit up and down that motherfucker all day, precious. and by day i mean night. since 6PM... drag drag drag, sounds like a bunch of cave trolls out there. then yappity yap near the back where they have their lounge conveeeeniently next to our living room/kitchen. oh oh! i forgot to mention the fucking OLIPHANT who lives upstairs and can't manage to hold anything (things always dropping), and wears high heels around the house. and when they aren't wearing heels, they're dropping shit or thudding around like they have feet made of granite.

fuck off world, i'm eating my pizza and i'm sleeping with earplugs tonight or i just, i just may lose another ounce of sanity.

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