Ice Ice Baby

You can thank this blog entry to the person outside my bedroom window who is scraping off their car and shoveling at 1015pm when I need to get up and be at work by 5am. 

Dear Mystery Person,
I hate you.  And I do not hate alot of people, but I do hate you right now.  Why are you shoveling and cleaning off your car right now?  It has not snowed all day and the fact that you are doing it now tells me you didn't go anywhere today, therefore you had all day to do it.  Do you know the sound you are making right now as people are trying to sleep?  It is right in between nails on a chalkboard and a barking dog, but just above the sound of a phone off its hook.  OH! You are going to start your car right now and just let it run?! Perfect. Great idea. Make sure you get every last piece of ice off that car.  I would rather listen to 'Blue' by Eiffel 65 on repeat than listen to you scrap the shit out of your windshield.  I would stick my head out of my 4th floor window right now and scream but I am not a 74 year old person living in the 1950s from Bronx NY or part of the cast of '227'.  So I will sit in here and just wait.....patiently......very patiently and slowly develop the half cry/half laugh as I lay here in my bed wondering what the hell has happened to my life. Good Day sir. I said...GOOD DAY!

This song. Oh this song....