sometimes i fuckin' hate kids. these two little boys were throwing rocks and acorns at the windows of this old people apartment building and also throwing rocks n acorns at passing cars. I was walking towards them with my laundry slung over my shoulder like santa claus, then i started telling them off like a crazy lady. i hadn't showered, brushed my teeth or hair. i was all, "what the hell are you doing?! that's effin' dangerous you know. People live in there. you better stop that." one kid muttered something under his breath, i turned around and said, "what did u say?" and he was like, "nothing." they waited til i was half a block away before they started cussing and yelling at me. I felt like a mean old hag.