Love/Hate

I know you aren't talking about me fuck face. If you are indeed referring to me, go FUCK YOURSELF. Nobody is interested in what you do in your house. I'm only concerned with amount of noise coming from below me at all fucking hours when I'm trying to get a good nights rest before work. Your kitchen where you hold your bullshit, pot-fueled, table summits about NOTHING intesting. I can hear every word! You are right under my bedroom assholes! And whoever the fuck is a gamer, turn that pussy shit off or wear headphones at midnight. Shithead! you are young, immarture assholes. I get it. I was there once too, but school is over and adult world is here shitheads. You use my trashcan, the common area outside which you think is yours is ghetto and nasty. You don't lock the doors to the exterior of building or the gate. WTF!? This is old Kenzo you fuckers. There is still cime. These, and sooooo many other reasons are why I slam the doors and stomp on the floors. Get a clue and show some respect. I will be moving soon, not just because I hate you but because our landlord is a scumbag and let's you get away with murder because he is a slumlord.  Go fuck yourselves in the ass with your vintage bike kickstand.