07.20.05 :: 12:36 pm
I called the police FOUR TIMES. And I hate to involve the cops, when they could be, you know, doing something worthwhile. But I couldn't handle it anymore. Today, when I go home after work, I am marching straight into the supermarket and having a word with their manager. If he expects me to wake up for his motherfucking alarm, the least he could do is wake his stupid, sorry ass too, and come deal with it. Fucking bastard. |