Try To Feel Nothing On Demand

Ha ha. We had a police visit last night. Our neighbours are, apparently, The Fun Police. Fuckers. Who calls noise control without even coming round to tell you to shut up first? Saturday night, guys... come on. It's not like we do this all the time. And the music wasn't even that loud. We turned it off anyway, and the 8 people left at the party sat in the lounge talking, which is also apparently unreasonable, because our power 'coincidentally' cut out at around the same time our neighbours across the hall turned up at the door to kick our friends out of our apartment. Who busts someone's fuse because they're talking too loud? Idiots. You suck. We have it in for you now. Next weekend, when we go out, we're leaving the stereo on, battery powered of course, and we're gonna put one song on repeat, just to fuck you off.

(We discussed which song it would be last night... I'm thinking 'Sweet Emotion' by Aerosmith. Great song, but definately begins to grate on you after a while...

PS The title has nothing to do with this, just was the line that played as it came time to write a title. Mike Doughty is lovely.