Things Ain’t Great But They’re Better Than They Could Be

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The jerk-off upstairs denies that he’s responsible for our plaster ceiling falling apart.

Maybe it was aliens doing laundry when Mr. Neighbor was supposedly “not home”.

I don’t know.

What I do know is that there was about a half-inch of soapy water lying on the floor last night when I got home.

But Mr. Neighbor denies that he had anything to do with any kind of liquid that might have leaked from his apartment into ours -even after he answered the door (wasn’t that kind of a giveaway that he was home? Just a tip Mr. Neighbor, if you’re “not home” don’t answer the fucking door, you twat).

“I’m not here! It’s not my fault! I know nothing! Are you renting or do you own?” he cried when he finally opened up.

<BREAK. DEEP BREATHING>

You know what? There’s so much going on in my life right now that I can’t even go on with this posting. Life isn’t long and it’s not worth worrying about creepy dipshits like the guy upstairs.

Really.

We’ll all be dead before we know it. (Face it.)
A falling plaster ceiling isn’t such a big deal after all. It’s annoying but so what?

I’m going to chill out and watch some shitty TV.

Ah, life’s great…

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3 Comments

  1. Don’t worry about it WOA. Good Karma always out weighs the bad.

  2. Turn a negative into a positive. Put your dirty laundry in a big bucket under the crack in the ceiling, and you get a pre-soak for free.

    *j*

  3. Hmmm… good idea, James. Will do.


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