12:43 AM - That Piece Of Sh!t @ssh0le!
HAHA! Made you look didn't I? I know... That was mighty evil of me, but I am indeed mad and need to let out some steam.
WARNINGS: This will have a very squirrely temper tantrum. Tons of cursing and disturbing demonic beastial homosexual imagery. Don't read if sensitive.
This neighbor of mine... Oh good GAWD, do I want to kill this motherfucker or what! Finally after so many terrible months of having to wake up at 5a.m. in the morning to go to school, take my kid to her own school and deal daily with stupid people with issues over the studidest things (some moron beat up his wife for forgetting to put a napkin around his beer can... Why do I always get the buttfucking crazy bastards?) this brainless inbred fuckass has to piss me off some more.
Do you know what it's like to go to sleep with a smile on your face because you don't have to do shit the next day only to have 'Mr. White-trash from trailer park' doing mechanical work at 3am in the fucking morning?! (I'm so happy I saw his stupid ass chicken getting mawled in my front porch by a rabid dog)
I just kept hearing a bunch of hammering and metal falling heavily on concrete. I tried to stay cool about it and ignored it... Until the sonovabitch turned the radio on full blast.
Let me just start by saying that this worthless fuckhole has an 'open garage'. It means there's no doors or walls to the thing. Just four columns with a roof and I happen to live next to him while he's singing along with his bullshit mountain music and hammering the shit out of the bowels of his already thoroughly caput junked ass truck at 3 o-fucking-CLOCK in the morning.
Okay... I get pissed. FINALLY! I've had enough of his nonsense!
So I start making some music of my own. I felt really wonderful doing this by the way...
I grabbed a huge pot and a metal spoon and started drumming as loudly and off-tune as I could while singing some really horrible racist song I'd made up in my crazy little noggin' at the last minute.
"Mista' trassssh collector singin' at 3 am thinks he's protected when one day we're gonna' chop his stupid head off and shove it up his cracka' ass so he'd quit pissin' us off!"
"And his cock-suckin' chickens will die wit' him fo' sho'!"
"Mindy's dead because ya' are a jerkyass mutha-fucka' that likes chicken vajayjay! And Satan will enjoy poudin' yer' shithole in hell!"
(yes. I was laughing like a maniac while I did this. I mean... Who wouldn't LAUGH singing that?! And before I forget, Mindy is the name of his dead chicken. I'M NOT KIDDING! The chicken that got killed at my house was named MINDY!)
He quit his hillbilly crap and guess what he did next...
He CALLED THE COPS ON ME FOR THREATENING TO KILL HIM!
Eventually the cops understood where I was coming from and they told him that it was considered to be disturbing the peace to be doing what he was doing so late at night and that also, make-shift mechanical garages is prohibited due to the neighborhood disturbance factor.
He threatened to sue me, but I got my lawyer to chill him out.
One of my neighbors is already starting a petition to get this guy out of our neighborhood. He's gotta' be the most inconsiderate, ignorant, and loud asshole to ever set foot in the quiet little hood of Villa Sauri.
I honestly wanted to kill him! Ever since he had moved in and that bitch of an oldfart girlfriend of his started honking horns at 5 in the morning to take him to work, ever since his bitchass chickens started to shit around my house and ever since he threw a temper tantrum because one of his said chickens (Mindy) got torn to shreds by a stray dog in MY porch while I did nothing, I've wanted to murder him! (what did he expect me to fucking do? Get myself killed with that big ass dog for a chicken that all she'd ever done for me 'pog!' under my windowsill every fucking hour and CRAPPED all over my place?!)
No, I'm going to sue HIM.
I know I behave unusually immature for my age and I don't give a fuck. In fact, I am laughing about this shit right now because I have a tendency to look back at the dumb stuff I do to just laugh at it and think: WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME?!
Yes... Things like this make life more entertaining. The wonders never cease. *sighs*
PS: Why the hell are there so many medical companies using justjournal as their websites? Everytime you see the entry blog there's a bunch of shit talking about boob implants and alzeimers (sp?). What the fuck is up with that shit? That's advertising, not journaling! It's... Does anybody even use justjournal for journaling anymore?
Also... I hate hamsters! I've just gotten bit by one! AHHHH!