Due to a verbal flogging (maybe flogging isn't the right word...more like lash) there will be no more date grades. I'd sure hate to bring on some bad Karma.

It's official...i'm old. Today i went down to the leasing office to complain about some noise. Four nights last week (3 of them being during the work week) one of my neighbors came home at 4:30 AM with their music in their car blaring. Enough to wake me up and then they allowed their music to play for about 5 minutes, just long enough to get me good and awake. Well...last night was the last straw. I get up at 6 AM during the week so that i can go to work. I do not appreciate being woken up at 4:30 AM, especially by shitty rap music that can only talk about female body parts...and their obvious need to compensate for small penises by bragging about their money, their sexual conquests, or their endless supply of illicit drugs. It's not that i don't like rap music. I happen to be a fan of rap music that has a purpose other than giving my vagina another name. It is also official that my friends are old, because none of them mocked me for complaining about the loud music. In fact...they all understood. I think i need to go buy some hair color and learn how to play bingo. Sheesh!

This is my last week of work before vacation. I made our t-shirts this weekend. One is pink and says "Lobster...it's what's for dinner" and the other is blue and says "Where's the lobster?". Now all i need to do is pack and get ready for the trip in general.