Sitting in the living room reading news reports with my boyfriend about the tragic events in Beruit, Paris, and Japan, talking about how scary the world has become in a matter of days and some f***er pounds on the front door with all their strength and it literally sounds like they're going to bust the door open at any second (mind you we're sitting 4 feet from the door). I fly out of my chair and run into my bf's room and my bf runs to the door and looks out the peep hole. 
No. One. Was. There. 
They. F***ing. Ran. Off. 
It's been about 20 minutes and my heart is still racing and I honestly just hate people so much.