a reply to: BASSPLYR
Wait what? You have heard of the ozrics? A pleasant surprise. I have a friend (much younger, like most of my friends) who cannot take more than a
single song before he asks me to play something else (often Eminem, which I hate more than he does the ozrics lol). I guess I came from the last wave
of psychonauts before chemicals dominated the market.
I've asked the guy 10's of times to "please keep it down" and have often had to bang on his door like a maniac first to get his attention. As for
socially inept, I doubt that very much. He learnt Dutch quite quickly. (It's not that complicated a language but the pronunciation and grammar rules
are and for English speakers, the syntax appears to be something resembling backwards.) He is a personal trainer and works closely (one-on-one, 85
eurobucks an hour) with his customers. He just fails to consider another, at all. As for my name, he should know it, it's on the front door by the
letterbox for all to see. He leaves for work anywhere from 6am - 8am and comes home at 10pm - midnight. He doesn't eat here, he doesn't wash here and
he does nothing at all to contribute (we live with 7 people here, share toilets, the shower and the now broken kitchen) and are supposed to clean the
shared facilities but of course, no one really does because they are young, lazy and are used to having Momma do everything for them. After 4 months
of cleaning the 4 toilets myself, I gave up. People just take advantage and I ain't here to be exploited.
As for going the noise back at ya theory, I've been there and done that before. I have a stereo all packed in the box still but things would just be
better if he acted in a normal manner. And why on earth does he want to know my name anyway? Write me a letter, send me a present, call the police? I
just found it a really weird question, regardless of the time. I think he likes to play the stupid card in the hopes of getting away with it. It takes
all sorts but I think it would be better if he left and lived in regular accommodation and annoyed the people there with his drumming and his music.
(He has little more than a mattress and a drum set in his room. No clothes, no books, no furniture, no nothing.
The only funny thing about him is apparently he cannot urinate effectively into the bowl so pisses over the floor. Not a drop or two either. We have a
urinoir here among our toilet ensemble, (a stand-up toilet for males, if that makes sense) and even that he can't seem to hit accurately. I used to
use it myself but noticed that my shoes would be sticky on the soles afterwards. Euch...!
Another guy that lives here asked me which toilet I use and I told him, the same one I always did but not the urinoir because someone was peeing over
the floor and not cleaning it up at all. He's hung signs on the other 2 loos (technically "The Ladies") saying "If you can't aim, sit down!" All to no
avail of course.
Ah the joys of temporary and shared accommodation and their facilities!
Oh look at me moaning again! My bad! Seen any deadly animals where you weren't expecting them yet?