koyaanis

my flatmate is a fucking arsebiscuit

playing his shit shit shit SHITTT!!! music is bad enough, but playing it really fucking loud and then leaving his bedroom door open which helps it filter thru to my room and wake me up is something that would have warranted the a swift and very brutal death sentence on his sorry soul was it not for such stringent penalties for these sort of actions.

I want him dead! DEAD! YA HEAR! G'damn him.

so anyway, i got up and went downstairs, on the way down I slammed his door shut as hard as i could...

he must have had the inner lock thingy on shut for some reason cuz when he went back up there (he was downstairs in the bathroom), he couldn't get his door open. Was there some karma chi love thing happenenin there baby or what!

took ages for him to smash it open again, then i received a text message which reads: (apologies for the spelling and grammer, he is a fuckwit)

"Wel you owe me the money 2get my door frame fix, 4 closin my door the wrong way n jammin it shut"


sWEET.

I would like to thank mr scruff and some lesbian pr0n for putting me back into a good mood.