motherfuckers

I seriously hate communal living.

Last nite, for some reason, a bunch of 6 residents from my accommodation decided to do an open air unplugged performance - at 2am.

KNNABCXYZ.

Since when in the history of mankind is that considerate behaviour?

I don't fucking care if you are fucking drunk or your creative juices are just about spilling. It's 2 am. There are about 100 other people who are trying to get some rest to work the next day. Like me. I was counting on getting some sleep, and I even went to bed early at 11 yesterday night so that I can catch a few more minutes of rest - seeing that these days, with S and work I've been emotionally and mentally tired.

But oh no. Motherfuckers started strumming their fucking guitar. Doesn't help that the accoustics in the open air area is fantastic. So I was fucking being sernaded. But I am not pleased.

The other mother fucker is the guy Joe has 3am parties in his room, messes up the kitchen and then fucking doesn't appear in the day so that I can tell him off!

Bloody fuckers. They should all be struck by lightning.