Conclusion Of Api? Api!
Continued from the previous post.
Damn, that makes three trips in two days. I gotta remember to play the Lotto tomorrow. Maybe the M3/RX-8 won't be a dream after all.
It was a false alarm. Obviously. This is getting really repetitive and annoying. Maybe some knackers are messing about. Damn.
Where was I?
Righto. I went inside my room, trying desperately to figure out how I could evacuate my Powerbook and my Denon. Couldn't happen. Decided to just pocket my passport. Proceeded then to fly down the stairs, Forrest Gump style.
The whole building was congregated downstairs by the foyer. I was the last the join them. My housemate was there. My housemate, who didn't bother to rouse me. My housemate, who left me to burn. My housemate, who left me to suffocate.
Fair game to you, housemate, for I'm sure you knew that even if you knocked on my door, you'd just be ignored. True that.
In the time it took to finish a Marlboro Light, the fire brigade arrived. Within five minutes, the alarm was deactivated, and they proclaimed it safe to return to our homes. According to Mr. Fireman, the cause of the alarm was a burning rubber tyre.
Why was there a burning tyre in the building, you ask?
Beats the hell outta me.
Damn, that makes three trips in two days. I gotta remember to play the Lotto tomorrow. Maybe the M3/RX-8 won't be a dream after all.
It was a false alarm. Obviously. This is getting really repetitive and annoying. Maybe some knackers are messing about. Damn.
Where was I?
Righto. I went inside my room, trying desperately to figure out how I could evacuate my Powerbook and my Denon. Couldn't happen. Decided to just pocket my passport. Proceeded then to fly down the stairs, Forrest Gump style.
The whole building was congregated downstairs by the foyer. I was the last the join them. My housemate was there. My housemate, who didn't bother to rouse me. My housemate, who left me to burn. My housemate, who left me to suffocate.
Fair game to you, housemate, for I'm sure you knew that even if you knocked on my door, you'd just be ignored. True that.
In the time it took to finish a Marlboro Light, the fire brigade arrived. Within five minutes, the alarm was deactivated, and they proclaimed it safe to return to our homes. According to Mr. Fireman, the cause of the alarm was a burning rubber tyre.
Why was there a burning tyre in the building, you ask?
Beats the hell outta me.
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Monday, April 25, 2005.
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say it