I'm Shitty.How are you?

The last two days have been really shitty for me. And when I feel shitty (or am made to feel shitty), I bake. I decided to make brownies this morning. I blogged about it over at Cookin' With Honey Bunny. Check it out. You know you want to.



Question: Who listens to the radio (the actual radio, with stations and everything) at full blast with the bass turned all the way up? My upstairs neighbors do. And they aren't the least bit embarrassed when the commercials also blare out of their speakers. I bet they have lots of friends. Me? I hate them.

Make It Stop!

My neighbors to the right of us are BLARING Christmas music. Now, I actually like Christmas music IF it's done by old time crooners and reminds me of my youth. You know, like John Denver & the Muppets, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, etc.

BUT

These people are blaring a Whitney Houston Christmas or something equally heinous. And they are singing along!

So what am I doing? I'm blaring Interpol in order to drown out the awefulness that is Diva Christmas Carols.

MAKE IT STOP!