You know what sucks? Happy people.

All weekend, I've been trying to get work done and here's what I'm up against:
1. hot lesbians running around the house talking and eating and drinking beer
2. The kids making smores at the fire pit
3. Intelligent and witty conversation in a nearby room
4. A roommate making balloon animals
5. My cat lounging in the sun and purring at me
6. A parade

All this and more is making me want to hang out. Not write. If I could just find some unhappy people who isolate and whine, I can go to my room and turn on my laptop and bond with my make believe.

This is so unfair.

whyyyyyy meeeee....

mmmmm...leftover marshmallows.