Why do they have to be like that?
Sebastian had gone up to 7-11, and grabbed us some chilidogs for lunch today. Every now and then, you have to eat something that may or may not be food, just to prove you're still alive.
They were tasty as usual, (something about that cheese man) and we all just goofed off for a bit, then I took a nap.
I meant for it to be like an hour at the max, but I slept for 4 hours.
OOopsie.
I awoke to the sounds of my neighbors next door, having some sort of get together involving a bbq grill, beer, too many children, and lots of arguing and yelling.
Typical redneck labor day.
I fully expect cops to be involved by the end of the night.
They've also parked a few vehicles on my side of the property, all crooked.
I'm not going to say anything about that, but if one more of those little brat children who were tossed outside so the parents can smoke up some of that new weed they bought this week, touches my fucking basketball hoop one more time, mama fucking migraine is gonna do some yelling of her own.
