Mar 13, 2009 23:42
There are many ways in which Fail Apartment Fails.
There's the exposed piping, the "Ein, I don't feel like generating electricity anymore" wiring job, the lint!Nazi, the fact that all of our doorways are slanted so that putting a gate in them is impossible, the fact that the bathroom door doesn't really shut, the huge crack in the floor of the storage room, the rats in the blackberry bushes and the cigarette butts that keep appearing in our flower garden.
And now, now there is an impromptu midnight drunken karaoke party going on upstairs with much shouting, strange thuds and off-key warbling.
And I wouldn't mind so much (I am beginning to realize that this is a bi-monthly springtime ritual for the degenerates upstairs) if THEY WEREN'T PLAYING BON JOVI ON FUCKING REPEAT.
There are more 80's power ballads that need your vocal stylings!
I am going to go try and glare a spite hole in the ceiling now.
apartment!fail