If it kills me

I don't think I've ever been as drunk as these fellas get on a regular basis. There is a girl outside my door (in our hallway) squeaking and screaming about getting the shift. She just keeps saying it over and over and over again. "We're gonna get the shift. The shift. Get the shift. WE are going to get the SHIFT. SHIFT." Shut the fuck up. Go make out with random blokes in the club and get mono and don't tell me about it. There's a lad arguing with her and he's even getting squeaky. Why do guys start talking all high pitched when they're arguing with stupid fucking girls? Do they think it makes it better? I think it's patronizing. The worst of this stupid minute is that they are Aoife's friends. And right now I can hear her in her room playing chill and calm music on her guitar and ignoring it all. I feel like if your friends are being idiots in your apartment it's your job to usher them out or slap them so they don't piss off your considerate roommates. I'm really tired of this shit. They make me feel like a grumpy old woman.

Or how about now, at one am someone just ringing the doorbell nonstop for a whole minute? Fuck you. My patience is completely gone. I actually had something interesting or insightful to say today rather than the explanation of why I sit on my ass and do nothing all day, but I can't even remember it now because I can't think because I'm so livid.