I Wish Death Upon You

I spent 5 hours today wrangling online with the phone company people, and at this point, I'm about ready to give it up and GO BACK TO FUCKING SMOKE SIGNALS. God. I mean, could they have made that any more complicated? It took me ages to even figure out how much I was being charged for anything, and then there was something weird with my shipping address vs my school address vs the address on my bank account and then something went all screwed up so I had to remove all the cookies from my browser and reenter all my information /again/ and I WANT YOU ALL TO DIE. I shall consider sticking with AT&T forever just so I never have to go through this again. Bah. If my phone doesn't get here by the time I leave for school, throats will be getting slit.

Another person to my increasingly long list of "People Who Need to Die in the Most Painful Way I Can Think Of": my upstairs neighbor is an ass. I am so sick of listening to people run in and out his apartment until 2 in the morning. I am sick of listening to him blast his crap music loud enough we can hear it through the floor at 3 in the morning. It's rude, jackass! We live in the building too! Just...fuck off.

Now that I've vented some, maybe I'll be able to crack down and write cross-dressing prostitute!Draco. That'd be nice.