i hate those who hang around my block
and disturb me nonstop.

hate it when they call me isabelle.
how on earth would they know

and today when i carried my guitar back from guitar class
they were just staring and guffawing..
''guitar lesson eh?" and they started laughing, strumming away on THEIR guitars.

blardy irritating assholes.

hate the piercing stares.
wish i could stuff their eyes with my guitar.

*fumes*

anyway,
my fingers are painful until they are numb.
blisters galore.
but they sure feel good when i strum away on the guitar
sadist, i am.
heh :)

resting my poor little toes after the incessant walking up and down.


weekends are here!
whoopeeee :)