seriously kid, grow up and learn the r word. (sponsibility?)
rob left today. his room is a fucking shambles; we have uneaten processed ham on the floor, stained linens on the bed, fucking bags of shit everywhere. this is not the way to keep friends, buddy; i don't care that you were mad about the price of this sublet. The smell of smoke last night was also not pleasant, nor was your disruptive laugh or your sitting around high in the kitchen being fascinated by the world's most morbid and boring retelling of les mis EVER.
on the plus side he left several quid's worth of coppers (1 and 2 cent) in jars. they will go into the fisherman's wharf toilet paper fund.
also? The way-loud at-random-times techno comes from the rowing club just outside our gate. Did I mention that before? It's all old-school rowing though, fixed-seat shit. Anyway, they play it during workouts. This makes it almost conscionable. Almost.
on the plus side he left several quid's worth of coppers (1 and 2 cent) in jars. they will go into the fisherman's wharf toilet paper fund.
also? The way-loud at-random-times techno comes from the rowing club just outside our gate. Did I mention that before? It's all old-school rowing though, fixed-seat shit. Anyway, they play it during workouts. This makes it almost conscionable. Almost.