Showing posts with label living. Show all posts
Showing posts with label living. Show all posts

Thursday, December 20, 2007

BROWN SPOTS ON THE CARPET

I DONT KNOW HOW HE DID IT BUT THERE ARE THESE DIRTY BROWN SPOTS ALL OVER THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS ROOM. THE CARPETS LOOK LIKE A DALMATION TOOK A SHIT IN HIS ROOM EVERY DAY FOR A YEAR. I MEAN, YOU OWN THIS HOUSE, HOW COULD YOU HAVE A DALMATION SHIT ON YOUR FLOOR EVERYDAY BRINGING MONEY OUT OF MY POCKET BECAUSE YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT THE CARPETS ARE GOING TO BE REPLACED SOON. NOBODY IS GOING TO RENT THIS PLACE WITH UBS ON THE FLOOR. UNIDENTIFIED BROWN SPOTS.

Monday, November 26, 2007

FIRE BURN!!

MY Roommates girlfriend was in this past weekend. He built a fire on Sunday and made his girl some tea like a good boyfriend should do. I was sitting in the room watching TV getting ready to get up to leave this scene but was being lazy. The fire he built quickly burnt out so he scrambled around the house to find more "stuff" to burn. He came downstairs with the same mesh trash can he uses to file his nails and uses the trash in it as kindling. The problem is that he never learned that you cant burn magazines and glossy like paper. He was chucking calenders, printing paper and magazines into the fireplace. While watching TV I realized that I was having difficulty breathing. I turned around and saw him chucking all this crap in. The entire house started filling up with noxious smoke. That was yesterday.

Presently I am sitting here in the same room watching the Philadelphia Flyers game while eating delivery Chinese. The wind started blowing outside and all of a sudden that horrible smell is back. He didn't close the fucking flew and now there is this smelly dust everywhere. All I wanted to do was watch the flyer's game and eat in peace without having to smell the equivalent of a Cannibal BBQ.


My clothes smell too.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

NAIL CLIPPING

Im sitting in my room at my desk trying to read about stock valuation while my roommate clips his nails in the bathroom. I swear from the sound of it, if you didnt know him and have never seen him you would think he has 12 arms and 8 legs.

After he is finished he will go to his room and use his ikea mesh trash can as a nailfile.

shit close call. While I was typing that he came in with the trash can and I couldnt minimize the screen. This blog was almost revealed