Stabby stab.
I live in an apartment or condo as they call it here or flat as we call it back home with 5 other people. The problem is that it’s a 2 bedroom “some will call it a 2.5 bedroom” the owner (Andrew) tells me. I would not. A solarium to me is the perfect room to put 2 chairs and a small table to play chess, read a book or have a coffee and take in the views.
NOT A FUCKING BEDROOM.
It barely has room for the chairs let alone for a bed or for a person to live there. Then there’s the den about the same if not shorter in length but wider in berth, still cannot house a person. It has no windows and the door opens into the area itself. One would need a Murphy bed just to enter and exit while living there. A hangover or diarrhoea will make this situation much much worse. Harry Potter was luckier.
I have no lounge room. Others call it their bedroom. I call them assholes.
I rarely use the toilet. I shower at the gym, which is convenient as I’ve found myself swimming almost everyday.
I’ve been to the gym for a grand total of once. But then I immediately stabbed myself separating frozen berries (for a post gym smoothie), typical.
Being stabbed hurts. But I found the inconvenience was the real issue for me. Having a knife inside your hand is just a pain in the ass. You have to clean and keep it dry. Bending…
