Knock knock

It's been awhile since I did this but I was told I needed to vomit forth the crap I hold inside. I suppose it worked before why not give it a whirl again.  Even if no one reads the drivel the act of writing it on paper is supposed to cleanse the body, or soul, or whatever is in need of purging.

So it begins again.

I really should have been born a hermit. I suppose I was in a way, being an only child. I am so damn happy with no one around me. No one, except my seven lizards and two cats. Funny how I always thought I'd be the crazy cat lady and now I'm sure the kids call me the crazy lizard lady who lives all alone at the end of the street.  Whatever.  I haven't yet taken to dressing up on Halloween and scaring the little fuckers. Although what a good idea for this year.

Today I wanted to take my asshole neighbour and put his head in a vice grip and whack it with his fucking hockey stick until his brains came out his nose.

Yes, I need to work on my anger management issues. Especially with dumb asshole men. 

I think his wife has left him for the weekend and I've no clue if any of his three kids are home but there is no need to be outside with his fucking hockey stick hitting the puck against the side of his shed until it wakes me up and continue to do so for hours on end until I really want to pound the shit out of him.  He paved his drivway this summer and instead of setting up all the sports equipment on the road as most parents do, he's got it up in his driveway which is right outside my bedroom window.  Thus the pounding of both hockey puck and basketball continuously.  I didn't know how much it sent me over the edge until today.

Of course his continual hovering over me while I'm trying to sunbathe in my pool is another reason why I'd love him to be confined to a wheelchair. I think the basketball is just an excuse to be outside and avoiding his family. Sick fuck.

/end rant for today.  Not sure that I'm completely up to snuff again it may take awhile, this was almost G-rated.