binomialis nomanclaturus
Right now I have this:
Nothing makes a nice quiet Saturday with Mike and his housemate Sarah brighter than coming home to find my acoustic guitar laying on the floor of the sunroom with empty beer cans scattered around it and someone I hardly know sleeping in the living room. Making it better is the mentally-deranged girl who has clearly made no plans to move out of the house and who took advantage of my recent break-up to hurl a harsh comment in my direction that went beyond being below the belt. Lucky for her I took no offense, because I take no stock in what she says (I just HATE people who try to manipulate other people's weaknesses). The cherry on top appeared in the form of Travis, who mocked my occasional speech impediment when I politely asked him if he could treat my guitar respectfully by returning it to it's stand when he's done with it.
I hardly deserve to have footprints all over me. Not here. Not now. I am hating my house at the moment and for once miss the solitude I found in Paris. I am quite joyful in knowing that this house is going to be torn down someday.
Nothing makes a nice quiet Saturday with Mike and his housemate Sarah brighter than coming home to find my acoustic guitar laying on the floor of the sunroom with empty beer cans scattered around it and someone I hardly know sleeping in the living room. Making it better is the mentally-deranged girl who has clearly made no plans to move out of the house and who took advantage of my recent break-up to hurl a harsh comment in my direction that went beyond being below the belt. Lucky for her I took no offense, because I take no stock in what she says (I just HATE people who try to manipulate other people's weaknesses). The cherry on top appeared in the form of Travis, who mocked my occasional speech impediment when I politely asked him if he could treat my guitar respectfully by returning it to it's stand when he's done with it.
I hardly deserve to have footprints all over me. Not here. Not now. I am hating my house at the moment and for once miss the solitude I found in Paris. I am quite joyful in knowing that this house is going to be torn down someday.