mount pleasant

so, i moved into my new flat.
opened the door at around 10am saturday (after spending fuckloads of time at passport control. and a good hour on the tube -- knitting), and find that the door has it's chain on.
which is good, coz certain that t's taking role of house watcher very seriously.

enter my room -- which is like a professional mover's nightmare. boxes sitting precariously on top each other, wires that have gleefully reproduced in a box and spilling over, PS2 and 9 576 387 game controls, medicalmedicalmedical books, cheap spray painted festive twigs, letters, pirated DVDs/games/porn, assortment of neckties, bag of shoes (culprit. you know who you are).

chatting to t, who is wearing only jeans and some sort of amulet around his neck, in my room, when i see a flash of a figure go by behind his head.

"who's that??"

"huh? oh. (turns around, sees tall angmoh girl)"

"oooooh. (second of realisation) hi l."

"hi dai. t let me crash."

believe its the crashing that resulted in finding of johnnies in the bathroom bin. kinda wished that even if they did it, that they throw them johnnies away before i get back. oh. and they probably did it in my sheets and duvet. they certainly need to go to the launderette.

don't leave your used condoms somewhere people will find them.

because they will!

unless of course that is the intention.

beeps' room looks like the fedex man went mad.

for shock value (and also nothing in house comes as close to the indencency of the state of the bin). the kitchen barbantia.















cleaned up room some...
















and gave shin his little corner. yes baby, your corner for your nest.