( I had the urge to kill this morning.Collapse )

In other news, I made friends with a tree last night-- a tree that sits outside my summer apartment. It's a big, tall oak with long branches and a little patch of grass at the roots perfectly shaped for my butt. We're going to be reading buddies, he and I. I introduced myself, and I guess he'll tell me his name a little later. Oaks are funny like that. I'll be back again when the cicadas come and go.


Now, I deserve pancakes. To be served without a knife, for the protection of those around me.

The next stupid boy needy resident who didn't sign up for a checkout time and has a sooper special excuse that I'm supposed to care about is going to die. Especially if they want to check out now. Or if they insist on checking out after 10am tomorrow morning. As of now, the tally is three.

May lightning strike their dumb asses.