It's me. I know I bitch and moan to you constantly about how unfair my life is (really, why aren't I dating Keanu Reeves, I asked you for that years ago) and how I need more money and a new car but that I can over look.
What I can't overlook is that when I ask you for a new, hot bodied male neighbor after the geeky, sweaty bodied neighbor moved out, you give me what? C'mon God, fess up. What was it? C'mon, out with it...that's right, you give me a black chick as a new neighbor which is no where near what I asked you for.
Shame God, shame. I'm sure you give those kids in Africa the corn or rice or whatever the hell it is they want.
Oh, wait...nevermind.
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