cirdt

someday i'm going to write a book.

i will entitle it "People who have never lived in a post-secondary residence never believe me about this shit."

one of my chapters will appear thus:

so, last night at around midnight, while trying to get some sleep, i heard rumbling and crashing as something fell down the stairs of my building. after a brief arguement with my conscience as to whether i should get up and see if there was some drunken idiot laying in a broken heap at the bottom of the stairs needing medical assistance, i gave in, threw on my housecoat, and ventured out of my apartment. what did i find? not that some drunken first year had taken a tumble while trying to navigate the intricacies of STAIRS, but that some jackasses from the fourth floor had thrown a fucking DESK down the centre of the stair case.

no warning, no "heads up down there" shouted out as a vague concession to NOT FUCKING KILLING PEOPLE WITH FALLING DESKS, just threw it down the damn stairs.





sigh.