Yesterday downstairs had a lock in, eventually at 2 in the morning I went downstairs in my dressing gown...
.... and I was tapping and tapping away on the window and no one heard, so I used my keyes and shouted a bit, and no one heard, so I start walking upstairs to go and get my window-hammer (the kind you get with the fire extinguisher, you see them on busses in case you need to smash the glass in) to smash the glass in, I was that pissed off. I then noticed the light switch was on my side, so I turned it on'n'off, and fucking hell, a really reallly really pretty girl comes over and says "Sorry, so sorry, didn't realise the time, we'll turn the music down straight away".... and I forgot what I was angry about until I went upstairs, when I got angry again that (a) I didn't get to smash the glass in (b) I didn't even get to swear and (c) I didn't ask to join them and be in the company of that pretty lady some more.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 10:01, 2 replies, latest was 13 years ago)

When do you move? Or is this the new place?

(PsychoChomp, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 10:03, Reply)

On the 28th ! I can't wait, the place got painted yesterday, the wallpaper goes up tomorow.
I don't know why I'm now excited by wallpaper and paint colours, it should be the dullest thing in the world, if wallpaper was interesting people wouldn't need to put up pictures or have TVs. But because it's my choice, it's exciting.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 10:05, Reply)

Is it flavoured?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 10:06, Reply)

you should have flashed her, girls love that

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 10:03, Reply)