My housemate is scared to open my bedroom door. She thinks I'm masterbating! Well, I am kinda, writing my thoughts on the internet for all to see. What makes me think I'm that important?
I live in a sharehouse with a couple, Farns an Suz. I also live with Farn's lil' bro Dave an his pet scorpion.
I broke up with my girlfriend about a month ago, she came round today. It sort of annoyed me 'cos all of a sudden it's like old times an I started talking like I used to an acting they way I used to an I looked into her eyes an I fell back into that time.
I've changed in the last month an I was so surprised to watch myself crumble in front of her this afternoon. I left the house while she checked her emails, I went to the supermarket, I spent the last of my money on food so I could cook her dinner. We talked like we used to, we shared a meal like we used to. Then she went out the front door like she'd never done before.
Ahhrr that's enough....
Farn's is a strange character. He's some sort of security guard who works in a bunker. When the alarms go off he rings people up an tells 'em, "YOUR ALARM'S GOING OFF!"
My city is in his hands an he can't even do the dishes! He loves watchin' Law an Order an SUV. He plays PS2 games. Last week he was US soldier in Operation Desert Storm. I watched him shoot some poor sheperds goats. I told him,
"Farn's you're going go to hell for that." He repiled,
"Sheep go to heaven, Goats go to hell." Then he shot the shepherd.