I realised yesterday that my flat has turned into a bloody drop-in centre. Got home from work and saw that the back door had been left wide open. Good one guys, you're just lucky I have nothing worth taking. Later on that evening I found a pile of toenail clippings sitting on the couch. It was truely foulsome, but I left them there in a passive aggressive frenzy of sharing the pain. If no-one notices them I am going to start casually sliding the topic into conversation. Oh yes, me and the toenail clippings, we're watching tv together. Its really special. I've never known anyone who is such a good listener. We could talk for hours.
Other option is for the cat to eat them, but I do not think that will happen, she is too busy screeching about nothing in particular.
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