Make It Stop

Piranha Man is listening to a Karen Carpenter album. Specifically one which includes "On Top of the World." And he's loudly singing along. I'm worried this might be one of the days when he puts on music and leaves.

This wouldn't bother me if I was a normal young adult and I was doing stuff on this, a Friday night. Instead I'm forced to endure Piranha Man musical "taste", I've posted 3 times on my blog, I'm doing laundry, and I'm painfully aware that the only girl I've emailed on Yahoo Personals (the cost of which was $20) has now not logged in for a month.

Seriously though, he has the vocal talent of a tube sock. I've never met a worse singer.

It's time to put my clothes in the dryer.