SOMETIMES, I WISH I WERE DEAF. OR AT LEAST SELECTIVELY DEAF.

… THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE YELLED AT PEOPLE MORE THAN ONCE ON THE SAME DAY. THEY’RE REALLY NOT GETTING THE MESSAGE.

LOLLIPOP, I COULD HEAR THEM THROUGH THE DOOR AS I KNOCKED, SAYING, “OH, IT’S SHARON AGAIN.” YEAH, I THINK IT MEANS SOMETHING IF I HAVE TO BOTHER YOU MORE THAN ONCE A DAY FOR YOU TO TURN YOUR CRAPPY, AWFUL MUSIC DOWN. AND DON’T GIVE ME THAT HALF-ASSED “IT’S NOT QUIET HOURS YET” EXCUSE. AT LEAST YOU COULD HAVE SOME COMMON DECENCY TO KEEP THE BASS LEVEL DOWN. EVERY DAY I CAN FEEL IT VIBRATING THROUGH MY WALLS/MY BED (IF I’M TAKING A NAP). FREAKING RETARDS. GOSH I’M SHAKING WITH ANGER RIGHT NOW. I COULD CASTRATE THEM WITH MY FRUIT KNIFE IN MY CLOSET. OR MAYBE DROP THEM INTO A VOLCANO. OR DECAPITATE THEM AND STICK THEIR HEADS ON MY WHITEBOARD FOR EVERYONE ELSE ON MY FLOOR TO SEE WHAT IDIOTS THEY ARE. OR SOMETHING.

I’M WAY TOO NICE.

ANGRY NOISE RANT OF THE DAY.