oh, give me back my hands! These things are always touching me in …places.
Don’t you just love it when, as you are drifting off to sleep, annoying teenagers start conversing right outside the window. Course, I am on the second floor, but these were teenage girls screaming at each other, and our street is quite the echo-y place at the quietest of times.And then someone else arrived, a father or an elder brother and started shouting at one of them to “get the fuck home”. Which resulted in yet more screams and then tears and then more shouts. But finally silence.
Bloody people, living their lives.
And I’m betting I’ll have a lot more of it to deal with. Summer has arrived, which of course means the end of school. Which means teenagers having so much more free time, and we all know what the devil does with idle hands don’t we?
Speaking of idle hands, if you have some, can you go here and vote for something. Cause it doesn’t seem to be working. Which is odd, as it totally was. I must have changed something somewhere… Nevermind, problem solved, all down to whether or not I had the www in front of the susanhated bit. It has to be there for the voting to work.