"In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do."
-C. S. Lewis (via confettina)(Source: 4mbivalent)
Dear flatmates,
I appreciate the fact it is a Saturday night and all you want to do is have fun, but I do not wish to listen to your shitty arse music, whilst you all get stoned and shout at people out of the windows. Also, your inability to shut a door without slamming it has not gone unnoticed. If you want, I could teach you how to do it properly. or perhaps you could enroll yourself into some sort of class? I mean, I know how basic tasks and manners seem to escape your drug riddled, pathetic excuses for brains. Another suggestion for you, is if you turn the music down, you wont have to shout at those in the same room for them to hear you and vice versa. I’m pretty sure Bob Marley’s ghost wont mind if you turn his music down a tad.
Much love,
Samee





