Getting Away With Murder

NOISE WAAAAR

     I am really spazzed out right now I dunno why I just am and I don't particularly care that this is a run on sentence HAHA. Sorry.

   I'm pretty sure I'm annoying the piss out of our upstairs neighbours. I have my music turned up to full FUCKING volume. And most of it has a lot of cussing and nasty stuff. HAHA. You know what, I should add "Closer" and "Break Stuff" to my list. Maybe "Darling Nikki." (I am NOT talking about Nikki Sixx. It's a song. A BAAAAD song. :3) Yeah...I should...I think I will. Our neighbours are retarded. They bang and crash and smash and kerplunk too much, so why can't I turn up my killer guitar lines and kick-ass vocals? Hehe. I hope they don't find this. Wouldn't it just be dandy if they did? If they do...I meant all of that. SPAZTASTIC~~~

    The only problem is, Rhapsody keeps skipping...but I can usually fix it...even though I don't wanna waste my time. But hey, it's worth it. This is going to end up a never-ending noise war. It's easy to tell. It's been this way since we moved in.

    In other news...~

    So Izzy called, right? This is how our conversation went.

    LODEN: Orange County Medical Office, we can chop off fingers and re stitch them in a matter of time...if you live, of course.

    IZZY: Thanks, Loden. I think I'm gonna need a finger amputation anyways. >.<

    LODEN: Whyy? I would prefer it if you KEPT your fingers...

    IZZY: I wouldn't...they've been in...places...(At this point I could tell she was gagging.)

    LODEN: Eww. Izzy, why would you do that?

    IZZY: Cuz I got paid D:

    LODEN: Well, what the frick. That was kind of stupid.

    IZZY: Not only that but they held me down.

    LODEN: Why don't you come over here?

    IZZY: Okay...I think I will...thanks.

    LODEN: Yeah, whenever, whatever, my house is pretty much an open house.

    IZZY: ...Uh, would it be okay if I spent the night?

    LODEN: Yeah xD

    IZZY: WHOO! I'll be over in say, twenty minutes.

    LODEN: Mk.

      So now I'm waiting for her. Together, we can play the loudest and dirtiest and awesomest possible music ever. Hehe. Oh, hey, there she is now...talk later...bye yas!