At 21
I mastered the perfect curry. It is a thing of beauty superior to all other curries that have come before.
If you think my verbal diarrhea on tumblr is bad, you should see my twitter feed.
I just ate some granola because I’m bored.
This is my desk where I should currently be sat doing things. Notice I am not sat there doing things.
Thursday is good because I get to go home for a little bit and escape from the skull crushing boredom I am currently experiencing. Also I get to bimble about in my car in the countryside which is always nice.
Not to mention being spoiled by my parents.
Also it means I don’t have to live in the same building as the goddamned arsehole upstairs who is noisy as fuck, has a terrible music sense and shouts at his friends over the internet in the middle of the night. If I weren’t going home briefly I’d probably break his nose in the next few days. They guy is a fucking inconsiderate slob. Seriously, He did his washing up for the first time since March yesterday.
Also I can hear him farting through the bloody floor. That’s just unreasonable. My human rights are being violated. Where’s the goddamn UN when you need it? WHERE?!
Well played, Capcom.
