20. Do you like your neighbors?
Hate them. Haaaate them. Our neighbour on the right - as you come out through my front door - is a stuck-up bitch, who consistently looks at you like you're not worth anything more than the shit on her shoe, and she's better than you. Which is funny, considering she works as a barista in Starbucks, which isn't exactly the most high-paying job in the world.
Then you have our neighbours on the left, who happen to be the most obnoxious family in existence. The parents are loud, brash Londoners with no concern for other people; the seventeen year old daughter is a little cunt, who needs to learn a lesson or two in manners; and the fifteen year old daughter fucked my sister around, so I just hate her anyway, regardless of her personality - which is foul, by the way. They frequently play loud music late at night, after the noise pollution cut-off time, so fuck the lot of them.
127. What makes you happy?
Simple things. Bacon, finding a good book and settling down to read it for a few hours, a nice cup of tea, my puppy, an interesting murder, a relaxing bath; you get the gist.
146. Was today a good day?
Well, I got up about an hour ago, to find out that I'm out of cigarettes, and coffee. So, no, technically not a good day thus far. But I'm going to the shop in a bit - once I get dressed - to get cigarettes, coffee, and perhaps a sandwich, so thing could look up.
