People in my neighbourhood
The Neighbour . . .
three doors down . . .
STILL has his christmas lights up.
I have a good mind to have a word with him.
This is Grey Lynn, not some bloody hippy yahoo weirdo cult commune where we flagellate ourselves with permanant christmas.
What does he think he's playing at? I've my cat Steve to think of, does he want to be put through that sort of carry on everytime he wanders out the gate?
Quite frankly, I'm disgusted.
Wow everyone's back! Apparently not everyone thought my new years bulk text which included
". . . I find mediocrity an insult and in saying that, I despise most of you . . . "
as hilarious as I did. I thought it was fucking funny. I mean did you get any stupid NY bulk texts that weren't completely predictable and gay?
What can I say, I just snapped!
Some annoying chick I gave the flick to txted me to say she "got laid last night so wont be annoying me anymore."
That goes in my "how not to get a guy back" file. I was in a total jealous rage for almost 2 seconds. Then I watched a transformers cartoon with my kid brother.
Oh and guess what???
We have a door on our bathroom like normal civilized people again!
I feel like a lord.
Its really exciting. I can have a shower without fear of gaybo's peering at my wee willy winky, though I do empathise with the disappointment in the local gaybo community.
AND Girls can now come over and make use of said facilities without worrying about my "team members" (I tend to call the people who work for me my "henchmen" but "team members" is cute) or my cousin or any other similar scruffy youths encroaching.
Romantic.
No, he's a good kid. The one time he managed to get a girl over he even "guarded" the door for her. Who's got a little sister, we can match make.
He's depressed half the time, but aren't they all?
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