»31st May 2005
Isolation day three
Things which have been fucking me insane today
- The mouldy smell in the kitchen
- The bin bags full of everybody else's rubbish in the kitchen
- The gelatin layer of grease covering all surfaces and objects in the kitchen
- Danny's washing up, which smells mouldy and is greasy
- All the mouldy food Danny left in the fridge for me
- The fact that the people responsible for all the filth in the kitchen have left for an indefinite period, probably only to return to return their keys and fuck me over one last time before reckoning day
- Not doing revision
- Nelson Mandela and my eternal tormentors the ANC
- Mim not fucking off yet
- Diablo II
- Apple Tango
So far this week I've been getting used to life in the flat on my own. Danny went on holiday or something, Nick went home for 'two weeks', Sam's time on this plane ended and Ali is... somewhere else. Despite been the only person in the flat the other fucktards who happen to live in Grosvenor have managed every day to wake me up before I wanted to be woken up. Today some complete fuckhole rang MY flat bell when he really wanted to ring the flat opposite, B1.1 is NOT B1.2.
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| Bell: RING | Carl: I don't fucking believe this... Fuck... | Carl: Why can't these fuckers let themselves in... Urgh- light! | Twat: Hoiy, do you know if Dan and Martin are in? |
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| Carl: Who? Erm I think they're in the flat opposite... Urr... | Twat: !lartom ,uoy yortsed ot emoc evah I | Carl: Well I don't know if they're in erm... give them another ring or something... | Fuckers... |
Extar, over, out.
TCP/IP, it's fucking me off. Other protocols doing little more. Definitely got worse. Now making me curse. Removing IPX. Will it ever work? Never!