Just as he was overjoyed that his idiotic roommate leaving her nasty and disgusting attitude off the premises, she decided to stay just a bit longer, and at this time of writing, the big chested African lady still able to ruin everyone's lives by hosting another dirty party.
And this morning, M and the cleaning lady just cleaned and bleached the kitchen...only to be ransacked by the idiot right now. Her rants of her losing items was due to her inability to sort her items in the living room, looking like rubbish and not organised.
Serves her right.
The music blasted through his door, 10 times the volume than her previous parties.
And now, M rests his hopes on his noise cancelling earphones...and the comfort of his new game, Mechwarrior Online.
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Stand in his shoes. See his world with your eyes. The bumps of these clouds say of your emotions. The colours contrast your expressions. The number of clouds says of your stories. The darken trees collide with reality and imagination. The blue highlights of the sky tempted down to its mirror, as the day goes into the end. The stars lit up bright thereafter...while I stand here on the sidelines, cheering for you.
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These are recollections of happenings that clutter the life of a blogger; be in happiness, sadness, any human emotion that comes across...
These are recollections of happenings that clutter the life of a blogger; be in happiness, sadness, any human emotion that comes across...
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