There’s these birds taken up residence outside my bedroom window and literally all they do, all day long and all night long, is MATE. Like, I get it. It’s spring. It’s a free country and it’s their prerogative and everything. But do they have to do it outside my damn bedroom window? Not like Isaac Hayes is singing a love song in here. Marvin Gaye isn’t cheering them on. It’s just me, trying to study and get a good night’s sleep.
But these birds just keep fuckin’.
Chirp, chirp motherfucker.