Fucking pisshead neighbour Barry has lost his fucking keys. This should not have to be my fucking problem except that in the last three hours he has rung my doorbell to be let back into the building THREE FUCKING TIMES ( Read more... )

In non-Spike-weird-health-related news, there is a pool of vomit on the floor in the hallway in front of drunk!Barry's flat. Shiny Headed Michael says that Barry's worst fear is being moved to an old people's home where he will have to stop chugging down his weight in cheap beer and cheaper cider every day lose his independence ( Read more... )

So it's (nearly) 4am, and I'm happily minding my own business watching Doctor Who online with a friend.

( Shit happens )

( ugh ugh ugh ugh EWWWWWWW )