Dear Guy Next Door,

PLEASE SHUT UP.

stop asking your friends over at midnight
to talk at the top of your lungs
and blast annoying rap music that
you change every 5 seconds
and smoke in your room! >.<

if you haven't noticed,
THE WALLS ARE THIN!
so i can basically hear everything,
only slightly muffled ):

now the whole hallway smells acrid-y
and the smell is coming into my room!
):

love (well not so much),
sammie.

p/s when you cook your meat
on the George Foreman right,
clean it la okay!
i don't want to eat toast that has
leftover chicken oil on it.
don't contaminate my peanut butter!

>.<
think 5 more days.