There were some fireworks being set off right on the corner where my apartment building is. The small ones were annoying, but the big ones sounded like stuff was being broken every time.
Needless to say, they didn't set them off until 11.
I like my apartment. I like my apartment building. But I'm growing to hate the buildings around us--or maybe just one building if these were perhaps set off by the racist fucks from last week. It'd have a streamlined efficiency--said fucks were yelling drunkenly yesterday too about nothing in particular, and inviting our apartment manager for BBQ.
I was surprised that I didn't hear any neighborhood fireworks, but maybe people had them over the weekend and not yesterday.
There were lots of fireworks in my neighborhood last night. I turned a fan on for ventilation and got a strong smell of sulfur (or whatever that smell is that fireworks produce).
I turned a fan on for ventilation and got a strong smell of sulfur (or whatever that smell is that fireworks produce).
Are you sure it wasn't the Devil's fan?
Oh, Cashmere, for some reason my brain took the input Ken Lay and transformed it into Karl Rove, and I was briefly rather happy indeed.
I mean, not that I wish anybody dead that much, but Karl Rove is definitely on the fence with me...
Whoa.
Lee, still have a question?
Didn't sleep well. Suspect it was the noise.
Oh, Cashmere, for some reason my brain took the input Ken Lay and transformed it into Karl Rove, and I was briefly rather happy indeed.
Well, they say that Texans always die in threes....
I mean, not that I wish anybody dead that much, but Karl Rove is definitely on the fence with me...
Either case is one of extreme ambivalence. With Lay, I'm wondering if it's justice served or denied.
