Ugh, I’m so sick of the government trying to control my life. I just found out that the new noise ordinance in our neighborhood is going to limit my ability to scream at the top of my lungs whenever I want. I mean, what’s next? Are they going to tell me when I can and can’t wear my favorite ‘I’m with stupid’ t-shirt? Newsflash: I’m Ultra Karen, and I do what I want.
I’m not some kind of quiet, meek little mouse who’s going to let a few noise restrictions ruin my day. I’m a force to be reckoned with, and if the neighbors don’t like the sound of my yelling, that’s their problem. I’m not going to let some uptight, PC-loving busybody tell me how to live my life. I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands and make some noise, and if that means waking up the whole neighborhood, so be it.
I’m not going to let this noise ordinance get in the way of my daily routine. I’ll just have to find ways to work around it, like screaming at the top of my lungs during the middle of the night, or having loud arguments with my husband in the middle of the grocery store. I’m a rebel, and I won’t be silenced. And if anyone tries to tell me otherwise, I’ll just give them a piece of my mind, and maybe a few choice words, and possibly a lawsuit or two.
>Soulkyn