The State Of Chaos (AKA Welcome To Domland)
Astin, the new roomie, has moved in, and he doesn't look too pleased with the general state my room is in. Billy says I'm one hell of an untidy slob but I prefer to call my room "artistically disarranged". But really, my mates like Billy and Lij don't give a toss, so I honestly don't think it's unfit to live in.
It's not really that bad, is it?
My desk, where masterful prank ideas are cooked up.
The joint kitchen, where we continually raid Billy's Vanilla Cokes!
We'll see how Astin fits in. Looks like a neat freak, which might persuade me to give up the idea of personal hygiene forever. Anyway, I have to report to work in a few hours or so, I'd better pick up some clothes off the floor that don't have unusual stains on them.
It's not really that bad, is it?
My desk, where masterful prank ideas are cooked up.
The joint kitchen, where we continually raid Billy's Vanilla Cokes!
We'll see how Astin fits in. Looks like a neat freak, which might persuade me to give up the idea of personal hygiene forever. Anyway, I have to report to work in a few hours or so, I'd better pick up some clothes off the floor that don't have unusual stains on them.