I was like, yay my neighbors are arguing and they stopped doing karaoke (which sometimes happens til 8 am) and I am always hoping they argue so that they shut down the fun

But then, tonight, I went on here to write this poem about it and my phone had a scary (like my life and all its contents is over) freak out and i was like oh damn, but it came back to life, yay(interesting that these embodiments-of-information can die and come back and I don't want to drive a stake through its heart...something to do with power and prosthetics, for sure) so then I went to continue writing the poem and the music started again and I'm like, play one more nsync throwback fatherfckers! *fingers cross, someone starts drunk-crying*