Take my neighbor - please :-). He doesn't give a shit that his music blares through my walls... he just does it. The good news is that he is moving - I'm counting the days. But seriously, wasn't he raised better than that? Is he actually a piece of shit? I know he's young and I want to believe that he's not a waste of a human being, but in my heart I feel that he just might be.
I really don't like people.
And then...
Yesterday, and I shit you not, a complete stranger in a sandwich shop was joking with me about the busted ATM next door... and she gave me 20 quid to pay the butcher and run down the road to the next ATM. I didn't ask her for it, she just declared that I needed it. I still don't know her name. I quickly went to the ATM and gave her 20 quid return, and I bought her flowers. She seemed really shocked that I would buy her flowers.
I really don't like people - but then every once in a while I find a person who is worth knowing.
BTW, if that crappy kid neighbor of mine had decent taste in music, I might feel more forgiving. As it is, he listens to that 'duff duff' shite, and I can hear it thumping as I write this post.
I may need to shop - I have to find recovery... I think I might need a g&t...
Gin and shoes... Yes, that's my path to recovery.
See ya later!
Lxxx
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