i do not like packing, i helped for a little while and now i am EXTREMELY agitated, cos of the noise of boxes and stuff moving around. the lunatic down the hall locked himself out of his apartment and completely lost his mind and screamed at his girlfriend then she hit him after he spat at her and wouldn’t give her her id back so she could leave cos he thought she was going to leave and get her dad to come over to fight him. fucking coke rage moron. then he dumped the recycling bin in the alley and now there are ten hundred catalogues and magazines and brochures rotting in the slush. my back really hurts and the dust is giving me a headache and fil is taping up boxes behind me and the sound of the tape makes me want to drink an entire bottle of vodka RIGHT NOW!
wow i am crabby.
