The Shit Show.

That's what it has turned into lately. The shit show. It's at a point where if I say something "out of line" (even if not on purpose) it turns into a frenzy and I get scolded. Now -- if someone else says some as equally inappropriate, it's like nothing ever happened (i.e. - "Cause we actually come to practice.") And the pushing never ends. I understand we're at a certain level -- but for Christ's sake! It's not the god damn Olympics. I can't wait for September.

Going out with the Deck-Hers tonight to see Shakespeare in the Park -- YAYYEE! I'm excited for lawn chairs and thai food. My friend Paul is in the show, so it should be quite entertaining! I think what I'm most excited about, is bringing my lawn chair onto the T. I can't wait to hit some mofos in the face with that thing.

I hate the guy that works across the hall. Sometimes I think I could get to like him -- but then he does something so fucking retarded, that I'm automatically forced to change my mind. He's too effin HAPPY. This is BOSTON, get over yourself and get with the program! Anger and bitterness are your new best friends -- get to know them well.

I also am sick of people. People that I thought I knew, but obviously don't.

Don't you just hate the Shit Show?