Good morning, San Francisco! You motherfucking pieces of shit!

So it was 3 AM this morning. I'm writing my final essay for my class. It's due at 9:10 AM. What happens? FUCKING FIRE ALARM. Now, I know what you're thinking... fire alarms aren't that bad. We had that shit all the time in junior high school.

NO.

This is like fucking terrorists are smashing airplanes into that stupid pyramid-looking building downtown (Transamerica... fine... whatever...) sort of deafen everyone for miles loud. Guess where the speaker is? RIGHT OUTSIDE MY FUCKING DOOR! YAY! WHILE I'M WRITING MY FINAL PAPER!

So we all go outside. At 3 AM. And stand around in the cold while TWO firemen go inside at a leisurely pace to shut off the false alarm... half an hour later. They weren't even wearing helmets.

Whoever pulled that alarm and cost me nearly an hour of typing time... I'm going to shit in your slimy eggs and dry, nasty hashbrowns at Denny's one day, you motherfucker. Be watching for me.