I live with complete idiots. Seriously.... Complete freakin morons. You would think that if someone called you SEVEN FREAKING TIMES, that it's something extremely important and you shouldn't ignore the phone. Nope, not them. If it's a number they don't know, then they're not interested in finding out why someone called them seven times in a row. Most people would've picked up the phone yelling and screaming about how annoying they're being. What I want to know is how a man's name gets labeled as being my mom... So yeah, I'm not a happy camper.... Maybe the reason why I haven't been able to write so much lately is because their constant waves of idiocy is making me more like them. It's a retarded idea, but I like my theory.