Let's put it this way:
The thermostat is set to 25 degrees C.
The temperature reading on the thermostat reads 13.5 degrees C.
Why does this always happen on a weekend?
Too cold to post with no socks on. Going back to bed.
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That is what you get
for living in the frigid
Yeah, I can't do this.
Sorry, man. Sounds sucky.
Maybe you should move into a roomy and affordable condo instead. Apparently the ones in my building are generating a lot of interest.
Yeah, but then I would have to live in Calgary, eew yuck. And I really hate all aspects of any type of appartment living. So, never again. Infact, the thought of either makes me throw up a little in my mouth.
To support my argument, last night was hell. The stairs which are behind our bedroom closet became a furry of elephants, I think. This happened at midnight, just after I had fallen asleep and started a nice REM cycle. The pack of elephants were running up the stairs in what sounded like dozens trumpeting their matting calls all the while. Then, I noticed the downstairs neighbour still had his music cranked. Yup, appartment life is just not for me.
Interesting. I guess I'm inured to it. Living two blocks from 17th during the Flames playoff run and the fiesty gay spatmongering was only mildly annoying from my standpoint.
It's 9:00 PM on a Thursday night. The rig pigs down the hall have been getting retarded for hours already. The party is beginning to spill into the hall. It sounds like they are breaking stuff. This is worrying the cats. I don't want no more appartment life.
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