A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sweltering it is hot, there are things i don't enjoy about my apartment, like the idiot ex-girlfriend of the idiot meth-head douchebag who lived here before me. she lives with some dude on the other side of the wall from me and when she cooks, she pours her grease down the drain, where it eventually sets and congeals until one of the other three closest units to hers wins this unwanted lottery and everyone's dishwater backs up into their sink this month, it's my sink and it was mine in february too, and it's really fucking pissing me off and her ex's friends are certainly never going to be mistaken for brain surgeons either... every few weeks, one of them who doesn't know that the fucknut no longer lives in the complex comes knocking on my door at some odd hour asking for him and i have to assert repeatedly to the stupid fucks that he is not there and won't be coming back it is dark and hell is hot my neighbors on either side are cool enough people and the crazy jesus lady is tolerable enough, especially since i convinced her that i'm not down for the relationship thing 218 lbs.... I have lost eighty pounds since the beginning of last year, and except for the scraggly beard, i look about the same as i did when i was in high-school, though i could stand to be in better overall shape 11:59 a.m. - 2007-05-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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