Fucking kids.

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The Mad Hatter

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Goddamn fucking young'ns. Cocksuckin' ignorant sluts. Motherfucking careless sons of bitches.

Those are the words that I think of off the top of my head when I think of what seems to be the average teenage kid these days. And that's just a start.

For one: I figured I'd help a friend out. I moved her into the basement suite at the place I'm at. I even paid the first month's rent. I told her smoking wasn't allowed inside. After smelling cigarette smoke upstairs, I told her again. And I told her again. And again. And tonight I again smelled cigarette smoke upstairs.

OK, I used to smoke. I know what cigarette smoke smells like. And honestly, it doesn't bother me. I don't get cravings. But when I smell cigarette smoke in a place where I shouldn't be smelling it, it pisses me right the fuck off. Especially when I've already said numerous times that smoking is not allowed.

Like, you don't own the place. You were told in the first place that smoking wasn't allowed. You haven't even paid any fucking rent for the place! I've paid your rent so far! And as much as I like being friends with you or like having you around, I'm about ready to let you just get kicked out.

Bitch.



Otherwise...fuckin' kids. So you know that a "friend" of yours has a decent nice laptop computer and a slim PS2. You know that she leaves her ground floor windows open all the time. You know that she's takin' off with her latest "toy" for the weekend. So you decide to slip in through an open window and take the laptop, PS2, and my DVD player that was down there.

What you gonna do with that stuff? Sell it? Probably for drug money. Or trade it for drugs.

Shitheads. The world would be better off without you fuckwads.
 
3D, I'm not that ambitious. And...

Brazen, I'm not that much of an asshole. Like I said, I used to smoke...and I know how precious tailor-made cigarettes are (versus personally rolled smokes).

If I was that much of an asshole, and had ambition, she'd be outta here.
 
I wasn't going to say anything, but I caught that, too. You know what Freud would say about us?

Who the fuck cares? He was on enough cocaine to kill a small horse.
 
That would piss me the fuck off, but I wouldn't smoke be smoking there anymore. Well, I wouldn't be smoking down there in the first place. I have more respect then that.
 
Well, got home today (just a few minutes ago), and smelled smoke upstairs. Haven't gone downstairs yet...still workin' on getting some liquid courage down first.

Stupid thing is, her idiot boyfriend seems to listen, and actually smokes outside. But this afternoon some other guy was over (the BF was still at work), and so they were probably both smoking down there. I opened some windows and so the smell is fading now, but it takes a while.


Otherwise... she went to the cop shop today to report her stuff stolen. Funny thing is, as soon as she mentioned what had gone missing, the cop disappeared for a few seconds and returned with the stuff. No shit.

Apparently whoever took the stuff had stuffed it in a bag, and then ended up dumping it on someone's lawn. That person turned it in to the cops, who in turn simply handed it back over to her. The only things not returned were an iPod with a busted screen, and...eh, something else of lesser value that I can't remember right now.

But crap...I think that smoke smell is getting stronger again...I'm going downstairs.
 
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