The neighbor’s dog is barking again. One of them, I mean, since they have about twenty. 8:30 in the fucking morning. This is my yard. I fucking live here. I don’t understand why that goddamn mutt never shuts the fuck up. After so many times of seeing a person in the same damn yard, you would think the stupid piece of shit would learn that I belong here.

I was outside in the first place to take pictures after the rain. Not many good shots since every leaf and blade of grass is covered with flies from all the motherfucking shit that a suburban yard packed with dogs produces.

I’m sick of this shit. I can’t walk outside without hearing those goddamn mongrels barking incessantly at me. I can’t open the door without a dozen flies entering the house. I can’t even open the curtains because if they see me from next door they will bark at me while I’m in my own house. Fuck ‘em. Fuck dogs. Dogs can go to fucking hell. If you own a dog, don’t ever speak to me again. I hate you.

I’m so sick of White Trash, USA. Please Jesus let me out of here.

This is my house.

My car has been wrecked for two months. The other insurance company finally gave me a check for the damages. That’s about it, isn’t it? Nothing else happening here.