I am listening to the Perfect 10, John Mayer, Your Body Is A Wonderland (???) blasting at the highest volume possible. I am also wearing a pair of earmuffs. What is happening over here? Freaking hell, you don't want to know. It's too phat, y0. Ok, I'm sorry, now it's Too Phat playing. There is some drilling going on two levels downstairs and the noise is killing me. I woke up this morning not to the melodious chirping of sparrows outside my window, but the noise of drilling. ARGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. I want to know, who is the idiot man who invented the drill?! It is not an advancement in technology. It is a death certificate for my poor ears!!! I am so thankful I have my trusty radio beside me or I wouldn't be here, complaining my head off. Do I have the right to sue them for nearly killing my ears? Infringment? Anything? Ooh... I love this song. Yeah...
Ohmigosh.
The drilling's stopped. This is incredible. It's miraculous. It's a blessing from the mighty big guy up there! WOOHOO!!!Letting the drilling get to her,
~*StEpH*~