The title of this blog is from the book Blood Beast (Book 5 of the Demonata series). I take no credit for it. ^_^

Tuesday, February 4, 2014


Went to the rental agency to pay the rent today. Ended up getting the courage to ask the lady if she could ask the downstairs neighbors to stop yelling at us when our dog barks. She was so, so nice about it and said she would do it, no problem. (Note: I personally would not like to have this immature as fuck complaining-to-the-rental-agency shit going on, but it was the downstairs neighbors who told the rental agency that they didn't want us talking to them, so now the only way of communicating to them at all is passive-aggressive, super loud conversations in the apartment/right outside the apartment with the bf, which is just immature as all fuck, or going to the rental agency and working with the system in place.)

Why is talking to people so fucking hard?

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