Somebody's watching you.

It's FIVE O CLOCK. Got it? 5. Five in the evening. The sun isn't even gone yet, and guess who just knocked on my door? Yep. Music Hating Eric. Too loud. It's EARLY. What the fuck...what. the. fuck.
Oh, then he tells me to have a happy new year. Yeah, real happy happy with the rock gestapo upstairs.
I can only imagine how this evening will end up....

but here is a list of things that the night might include:

me
alcohol
fireworks
mustard
toilet paper
underwear
PUNK ROCK
silver spraypaint
white clown make-up
eggs
bologna
eric's door
eric's mailbox
eric's car
eric
spit
pee

weeHA!