01.28.2003 - 9:04 am
Unsent Letter apparently dislikes me as much as the rest of the world does. Therefor, here is your letter.
Dear Girl who shares the bathroom with me here in this dorm (a.k.a 'the suitemate'),
I like punk music. It makes me happy. So happy sometimes I want to wet myself with sheer ecstacy over the heavy guitars, the insane drums and the screeching singers.
But not at 8 AM.
You see the difference?
4 pm - WOOOO, punk music! Hell yeah! Party!! Fook fook!!
10 pm - Woooo, PUNK MUSIC!! Let's throw stuff and be angry! Grr.
8 am - WHY ARE MY WALLS THUMPING?!? DEAR GOD, WHY?!? AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
I could forgive this all if you weren't a stuck up bitch and obviously think you were better than anyone else here. Particularly after I try and be friendly to you and you stare at me like I have the bubonic plague, a crippled foot and one eye that comes in a COMPLETELY different direction from the other one.
Cause I don't.
So the next time you begin this, I hope you are ready for a little 'Dance Dance Revolution' and anime music mix turned at high volume with speakers shoved directly against our shared wall.
Over and out.
~ Amanda
