I’m livin in white trash hell.
last night I was kept up most of the night by yet another party next door
…I’d have complained to the building manager but we don’t have one right now
this morning I got ready for work and went out to get on my trike to discover that some pissant has siphoned off my gas…
when I came back into the building to call the cops I discovered that the recycle bin out of the lobby had been stolen – small wonder the front door was proped open with a stone…
some security building huh?
this afternoon I get home from work and run into the ass hole from next door…
so I start in with…”havin a celebration last night were ya?”
(I’m about to give the stupid ass a large piece of my mind)
and he answers…
“yup I was celebratin…cos as of last night I’m the new building manager!”
fuck me
the Voice of Doom and I need to move
