oh fucking shit fuck fuck goddammit.

it's someone's birthday next door. this means that several young women, their minds about as sharp as marbles, will be undertaking the difficult task of deciphering the enigmatic nature of balloons. unfortunately, without the strongest cognitive abilities, they find themselves popping them repeatedly on accident and giggling each time. i guess no one told them you're not supposed to swallow the mouthwash every morning.

these are the people i deal with.