someone, please..help.! ask me why i haven't had lunch although its already 3.30pm on a nice sunday afternoon. ask me why i can't sleep for fear of having nightmares. ask me why i dare not venture out of my room even to go to the loo. ask me!
i've not gone insane. i'm not a hermit. its because my flatmate is at "it" again. every weekend, regardless of the time, morning, night, noon, this flatmate and her weedy boyfriend scare the living daylights out of every moving object in within a 500metre radius. the grossness of it all makes my stomach turn, it makes the birds fall out of the sky in horror, it makes the mice cover their ears and scream in agony. its that bad. i ain't lying. they go at "it" without fail, every weekend. thank God he lives in another state so its just EVERY weekend. the screams, the moans, the "oh shawniee!" is D.I.S.G.U.S.T.I.N.G. i need to go to a happy place. think happy thoughts...think blue sky, rolling meadows, daisies, picnics, blue eyes....think happy thoughts!
2 comments:
whose name is shawnie? hehehe
the weedy boyfriend's name is shawnie. aqua sounding name i must say.
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