| | edit/ i have decided. i need to make my blog vulgar-proof.
IDIOTS IN LUST CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF LOVE.
The overly large heading has nothing to do with my post, though 'idiot' fits the ***hole perfectly. Oh well. 
Yesterday Night/Morning, at (way past) midnight this stupid fucker (some idiotic scrawny kiddo, who's older than me, but obviously doesn't scare me) from downstairs came up (called the security guard even) to complain about noise.
Get the hell away.
Person D***shit: I can't stand this anymore. I can't stand it. I can't, do you get it? (Heard you the first time b****.)
Person D***shit: I have a test tomorrow, at six in the morning. I need to sleep (HELLO? WE WERE ALL SLEEPING BEFORE YOU F**KING CAME UP HERE.)
Person D***shit: You are too noisy, you are so noisy. At 2 you are so damn loud! (I thought he meant 2AM in the morning initially, then that would be my fault. But i am up at two to ***** do work ***hole.) In the afternoons, you are so noisy. I quote my dad: (Disbelieving look) This is a condo man, you want peace and quiet? Go live in a bungalow! @#&@*@&%
Well, why don't you give some examples of what this 'noise' is.
Person D***shit: (STUTTERS) Just random sounds! (Wow, what a great example genius. No wonder you're so stressed out, you gonna fail your stupid test.) You know like (no i don't know, because i don't even think these f**king 'noises' were made in the first place) like, like, like (YES LIKE WHAT? STOP STUTTERING BOY, YOU'RE WASTING MY TIME.) things dropping on the floor. (ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU WAKE ME UP AT MIDNIGHT TO TELL ME IT'S MY FAULT THINGS LIKE PENS, BOOKS, CHAIRS FALL? YOU WANNA BLAME SOMEONE? GO BLAME GRAVITY, IDIOT. SOD OFF.)
What do people do when they are out of things to say?
 Well, they target small, eleven year old boys.
Person D***shit: (Points to my brother who is reading Harry Potter) Yes, he knows. He knows everything. I know he knows. (Really? So you now a lot now huh? How did you get so smart in like a minute?)
Me: Are you stupid? He's eleven, so you're saying when you were eleven you did not jump around and make noise in the afternoon? What the hell do you want him to do, duck tape his lips, remove his voice box, screw up his tonsils, strap him to a chair so he doesn't move? Oh lets all walk on our tippy toes cause some moron over here has sensitive ears.
Person d***shit: (Points to me, even) You! you know it too. I bet you make all the noise.
Me: Really? Always be sure before you accuse people of things pansy, because reality check? I AM NOT AROUND IN THE F***ING AFTERNOONS.
(MORE SHOUTING. DAD SLAMS DOOR IN HIS FACE.)
Let's go through things that I do (when i am around)
- XBOXING
- STUDYING
- NOT BEING THERE
- SILENCE
- TEE-VEE
- CSI & BONES @ NIGHT (Dude, when i watch CSI on the comp. i use flipping headphones. Can't say nothing 'bout that man.)
Throughout the whole conversation/fight, i was perfectly calm. It was quite amusing. I brought the lap top out and started to watch digimon, you know perhaps to mock him. I watched one whole episode you know! Season One. (SORA & MATT ARE THE BESTEST! First season of any cartoon thing is always the best.) Drank juice, had time to make toast even then brushed my teeth. Haha, i get hungry at night. Hm, once he left, i went into my room. Jumped around, did a few somersaults and shizz, whacked my drumsticks on the floor. (I HOPE YOU HEARD THAT ! IN YOUR FACE.  ) I hate ******* like this guy.
I have one last thing to say to this fool, good luck for your test buddy. Judging from last night's events, you're seriously gonna need it.
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