Who wants to live in this studio apartment block and (insists, without asking me) that I sponsor his/her electricity. Either that or he/she is plain fucking dumb. Maybe good enough to power a washer, but not good enough to recognise numbers. Had this idiot's wash load powered by plugging into Unit 3 (my) circuit, thus far is the second round I've witnessed this cheating. PUI!
This makes me recall what an Australian who once told me ''This is Australia, we operate on trust''. I left the mains powered up even when I left for my interstate trip. After all, better up than down in case I fuck up the interior of my fridge like XX.
(Brief trip I made, but how about its timing, ala the weekend). My exercise of this laxness would make any thief's eyes light up with glee at how many opportunities are present for him/her to tan dio
How to have faith in humanity like this? Just when I was mildly beating myself up for not being enthusiastic enough in making friends, this happens to reinforce my set behavioural traits.
I have a rough idea of who you are. You stepped on a tigress' toes repeatedly, so I'm telling you fucker to watch out, for I have run out of patience.
