I wrote the below ventfest last night thinking I would publish it. Instead, I passed out from egg-zzausgion. I am so angry. Using Insanareesta's face as my menstrual product of choice this month couldn't quell my level of rage. In fact, neither could turning her into a train-pulling-record-breaking stunt cunt, or watching her mattress surf in freezing cold mud, naked, clinging to the rope attached to a John Deere tractor driven by a misogynist woman (a-la Palin), named Billie with a heart above the "I" (just to piss me the fuck off). Nothing will extinguish my severe level of frustration, not a damn thing. Well, I guess moving will... help. Snatcheeola continues to bang. Bang. Bang. When she smells smoke . I'm this close to posting an add on Craigslist for every smoker in LA to stand at her windows, chain smoking. What DICKS me off the most is that the landlord is taking her side because she kvetches three times a day. Do you believe? Who does that? Worse, when I...
