it's early and the morning sounds are making me murderous.

crows at 4:45am are not fun.
the pyschopath that lives right outside my bedroom window (well, that's where his woodpile is). he thinks splitting wood at 6:30 is cool. i don't. his woodsplitter or saw or whatever the f he uses needs like a pool of WD40.

i'm thankful, really, the sun is shining. just sometimes i want to shoot the damn crows. and i want to blast method man in the dude's window in the middle of the night.
but i won't. i don't know how to shoot the rifle and i lost my favorite method man cd.