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Some asshole picking up his friend from my neighbor's house. The lazy fuck couldn't be bothered to get out of his car and ring the doorbell; he just lays on the horn.
The faint tickle of a spider crawling across my face. The resulting shot of adrenaline and the "get it off me!" flailing that ensues guarantees that I won't ge getting back to sleep.
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And you believe Bush and the liberals and divorced parents and gays and blacks and the Christian right and fossil fuels and Xbox are all to blame, meanwhile you yourselves create an ad where your kid hits you in the head with a baseball and you don't understand the message that the problem is you.
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