So I woke up ay 7:30 to hear dubstep coming from somewhere. It was just loud enough to be annoying. Every few minutes it would stop and I’d start to fall asleep, then it’d start again. After about an hour my eye started twitching from all the pent up imaginary scenarios I’d created of yelling at whoever was blaring music at 8am on a Saturday. I decided to actually go find these people and yell at them. I go outside and start following the source of the noise. I found the door and knocked, to be greeted by a terribly attractive guy in his boxers. My rage came out as a fumbled “I. Uh. Hi. Can you turn the music down a bit?” He winked and said sure. Left feeling fluttery instead of justified.
Thanks! It was very awesome.
So I’ve been rewatching Lost. The first season is 25 episodes long. At first it was daunting, but by the end I was so happy. Know why? Cause that’s a proper fucking season. That’s enough time to cope with everything that’s going on. Hear that UK? 25 episodes. Not 10, or 8, OR FUCKING 3! 25 DAMNIT! TAKE NOTE!