na beh, just my luck to have fuckwads as neighbours. i tried thinking positive, something which i've had to do a lot since getting here, but chee bye they're not just disgusting boys who leave dishes in the sink for days before deciding on an auspicious hour to clean them. nor are they just idiotic jokers who stumble back drunk from parties and shout the whole place down. they are downright assholes.
i woke up this morning to find this blob of cream right on my doorstep and i dare say it's done on purpose because they don't even need to walk past my room to get to the kitchen. previously some jackass spilled strawberry yoghurt outside my door and didn't even paste a note to apologise or clean the fucking mess up. for some reason, tkk employs people to clean the kitchen up periodically but the person does not wipe the floors of the common corridor or do anything else for that matter. i've already had to live with the strawberry yoghurt stain, now this.
then they fucking trashed the kitchen. ni na bu, your sodding house is it. everybody else don't need to cook already la. pictures for your viewing pleasure.
our day will come.
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