Easy like Sunday morning, my fucking ass!

So this is the first "Summer 2007 Sunday" I've spent at home, and I've already been aggravated THREE times before 10:30am. Four times if you count the simple fact that I was forced up earlier than I'd like by both a pounding bladder and a nagging dry cough.

First, I had to put up with the sound of someone tilling soil in my backyard at 9am. Yes, this is the least offensive "landscaping" sound imaginable -- merely a hoe being driven repeatedly into dirt -- yet it was a SOUND all the same. At 9AM on the Lord's Fucking Day! Shut the FUCK up! Who ARE these MOTHERFUCKERS springing into action at the crack of dawn on the Sabbath?! And for what it's worth, Soil Tilling should've been done two months ago.

Strike two came from Roving Fucking God-Lovers. My doorbell rang at 10am. I look out the window...and wait...wait...wait. Finally, I see two bible-clutching bitches descending my front steps, soon joined by about 4 others who were annoying my neighbors. They are SO lucky I was already up and not jolted awake by that doorbell. You found Jesus? Great, keep Him to your fucking self and keep your fingers away from MY doorbell. I'll google Jesus when I wanna know how to reach him.

The final insult came from Soil Tilling First Floor Tenant. Shortly after the Bible Fucks left, the sound of a VERY loud radio arrived. Yup, from MY yard. Seems she needed something to inspire her hoeing. Nerve. SUCH fucking nerve. Blaring a radio outside that loud at 10am. And it wasn't even good music. First, it was some God-referencing country shit, only to get even worse with Latino Noise. You know the music I mean...DA DA DA DA DA DA goes the beat (over and over and over...), undecipherable (to me) go the lyrics. I even had the misfortune to see Tenant Girl do a little ass shaking in between dumping dirt mounds into her Hefty bag. Extremely heavy sigh. WHERE is my cabin in the middle of the woods?!