I know it's not nice

[kassidy62]

But. Psycho Charlotte across the street is once AGAIN sobbing her heart out over her slight little foreign boyfriend. It's 12:30 at night, I have to go to work in the morning, and I just have to wonder why one can't weep and gnash INFUCKINGSIDE? This isn't the first time. I can't decide whether to run over across the street and hand her Valium (if I had one) or maybe slap her silly.