There is like, this incessant, high-pitch squealing or squeaking noise coming from the house next door. And it's driving me insane.. it's, like.. it won't freaking stop and I'm about to pull my hair out. And this guy next door? Crazy. Can't talk to him.. or he'll probably eat my brain. No, really.

This noise.. or scream.. or whatever it is.. it woke me up this morning, and it still has not stopped.

But anyway.. this guy that lives there.. he has to be, like, 500 years old. And he writes these songs and performs them at midnight on Tuesdays beside his pool.. on his ukelele-type thing. It's all just really weird. And then there's always some strange noise coming from his house.. but they're never as annoying as this.

ANYWAY. I have some interesting stories about this nutter.. but I'll save them for a time when I have nothing else to say. OR.. you can give me cookies and maybe I'll crack.

I'm so going to laugh when people from these states show up and beat the shit out of them. Call me for their place of residence.
Jen says: good lord.. there's nothing to do around here.
BobLives says: but you lived in kansas.
BobLives says: there's nothing in ks except 4 cows and the farmer.
Jen says: that's not true.. i took two cows with me.
BobLives says: sweeet. *nebraska readies for the invasion*
BobSucks says: lol.. yeah.. the three people in nebraska.
BobLives says: shhh. you'll give wyoming ideas.