blueberry hill.
May. 22nd, 2009 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serynI wish all people loved headphones.
My across the street neighbor either has a 9 year old learning to play the trumpet or it's a CD of some sort of free-association "jazz".
Look, dude, if it's random, you can't call it music. If you're blasting random noise out your windows, you cannot bitch about my lawnmower.
At least the guy upstairs hasn't broken up with his girlfriend again. I used to like Elton John music okay, but now I am really burned out on it because it's upstairs guy's breakup music and he um, really sucks at having a girlfriend.
In positive news, blueberries were on sale when I was at the grocery store. I also bought myself salad.
My across the street neighbor either has a 9 year old learning to play the trumpet or it's a CD of some sort of free-association "jazz".
Look, dude, if it's random, you can't call it music. If you're blasting random noise out your windows, you cannot bitch about my lawnmower.
At least the guy upstairs hasn't broken up with his girlfriend again. I used to like Elton John music okay, but now I am really burned out on it because it's upstairs guy's breakup music and he um, really sucks at having a girlfriend.
In positive news, blueberries were on sale when I was at the grocery store. I also bought myself salad.
