The Official Cat Lady

The ENTIRE second floor of my apartment building is being REALLY loud right now, and I want to throw things at them (I'm on the third floor).

Maybe the third and second floor will have a Westside Story-like fight....we'll beat those fools with our sleek dance moves!!

How did my mood change so drastically? I was happy earlier.

Such is the life of a girl...why do you people read about this crap?

Look at me, complaining about nothing again. I think I will grow up to be a single, crazy cat lady (or snake lady--that has a nice ring to it) so I can just complain all the time. And I'll name one of my cats/snakes Freddy Krueger and have him attack people. Yeah.