Wild Sound

I just came home from a horrendous day to find the fucking apes about to begin a dinner party…6 or so guests and gourmet food about to be served…and all I got was a fake-ass “Hi!” (pause) … no invitation. Now, I generally do not enjoy the company of these fucking morons but if you’re going to have a fucking dinner party in MY FUCKING HOUSE you can at least invite the roomates. I HATE THE APES. I hate them. I have made jokes out of my irritation before but this is the last straw, now they are my enemies. How fucking rude is that? In my own house, not invited to the party? Fuckers. Now I have to listen to their moron laughs and yelps and the brain-dead girls laughing at their stupid frat jokes all night. On a Thursday night. I want to throw some tear gas down the staircase and drive them all out of here. House of the Apes is likely going to take a very dark turn from here on out…

This is all exacerbated by the fact that I just came back from a long and long-winded meeting all the way over in fucking Brookline and endured a jam-packed hellish Greenline T ride home and so I’m already irritable and exhausted and then walk home to feeling unwelcome and alienated in my own fucking house.

I miss the Ape the moved away. He always invited me to their feasts.

Filed by cynthia rockwell at 10:25 pm under Uncategorized