Up In My Grill

Well, today has been odd, to say the very least. I have been confronted by nearly every friend of mine. A girl who used to serve cocktails at cheapside is now a realtor and thinks that she is a medical doctor. She is refusing to abide by the regulations, and she owns Goodfellas and sells houses, so she wants the economy to open right back up.

Also my neighbor, who has lived Three Doors Down from me for 7 years, has yelled at me for the last time today. The lady who used to be a cocktail waitress yelled at me because I think the governor is right and people should be wearing face masks, keeping their businesses closed unless they're properly prepared to reopen, and to abide by the regulations that have been set by the CDC and the governor of the state of Kentucky.

 If I take a bag of garbage to the garbage chute, which requires me passing his apartment, he yells at me. He yells because I do not wave, he yells because I do not speak loud enough for his deaf ears, he yells if I do not give him the money he begs from me, and I am oh, so fucking tired of it.

I am so upset, I think I will finish this blog in the morning, when I am a little bit nicer. Right now, I'm watching the my pillow commercial and I pretty much want to kill the guy that invented the my pillow right now.

Well, praise the Lord, I slept last night! When I get a few hours of sleep, I feel like I can rule the world. However, since I'm not the chosen one like 45, I'll settle for just cleaning my apartment today. I hope everyone has a peaceful and wonderful day.

Peace, America!
Kimmy