snag

my perfect weekend of rest has hit a very irritating snag due to a faulty starter. it's 8:31am and this guy outside has been trying to start his car for a solid half hour. he's parked almost directly outside of my window. it got so annoying i got dressed, went out, and offered him a jump. he said it was a problem with the starter and it would turn over eventually and be fine for the rest of the day. eventually? so, i have to lay here, at 8am on a saturday morning --after 4 hours of sleep-- and listening to the anguishing strain of his engine trying to start. oh for fucks sake. it's worse than being woken up by someone's car alarm, actually.

holy shit! did it start? is he gone? fuck yea, i'm going back to bed. i hope his first stop is to a mechanics, because another morning and this and the starter will be the least of his car's problems. fuck around and have flaming ashes...oh, you're joking. he's still here!

inconceivable!

that man is about to get stabbed in his throat. i wish i had some sort of missile i could launch from my window. i mean, if you know your shit is raggedy, why would you do this shit at 8am on a saturday? you know your car's not gonna start and you're just going to wake up and piss off everyone around you. call a friend. work on it in the afternoon. i mean, wherever it is your thought you were going this morning certainly isn't happening. so, just fucking let it go.

wow. maybe i was mentally yelling it so loudly he telepathically heard me, because he's not in his car. now can i go back to sleep. please.