morgueville,heartland living.

i can smell my neighbour's flat from my living room. i can hear them, too, because they are blasting the stereo with horrible bubblegum-med pop that's not even a trace of euphony. it is phony music, that's for sure. meanwhile, it's on repeat mode!


and they are playing mahjong. oh did i mention, that besides their mother (and the father who has disappeared. again.), everyone in the house is younger than me? the eldest daughter is still in school after what seems like 5 million years. and she is working on weekends at macdonald's. which leads to another subject. i hate macdonalds. even though i love their fries. and the 25cents vanilla cone. and the craving for double cheesed still haunts now and then. but i hate macdonalds. maybe i shall watch supersize me and perhaps my hate for macdonalds will hit another level. but i hate macdonalds for the camaraderie it has for its employees. it's disgusting. it's like summer camp or something. the kids hang out everywhere. and now, my neighbour's house. playing mahjong. causing the unnecessary noise pollution.


and seriously, they need to engage martha stewart for their house. it stinks.
and it resembles a pig sty.