Back to moaning about my house. Well, you didn't think the hiatus from complaining would last did you? This time I am harking back to an old favourite and long standing problem in most flats I have been in. The flat fridge. To put it bluntly, it looks like somewhere old H.P.'s elder gods would not have been ashamed to dwell in. The entire 3rd and bottom shelves are oozing substances, and the only reason the top two are not is because I cleaned them out over Christmas.
So I am wondering. Whose is this crap? This mouldering cabbage, the wizened sushi, the liquifed berry fruits? The mysterious yellow and probably narcotic ooze? Where did it come from, and what will come of it?
Here's a hint. I am whinging which usually means I am resolving myself to clean up other people's crap at great risk to personal health, AGAIN. Lazy fucks.
My mood is not improved by my arsehole neighbours listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. There are some bands that should just give up; why is it all the really annoying one's don't manage to kill themselves with a good OD? And why do people like that music? My neighbours seem to have made a RHCP MEGAMEDLEY featuring hits from albums such as Blood Sugar Sex Magic and Californication. Anthony Kiedis warbling away earnestly in his 3 vocal modes; bad rap, sensitive balladeer and emotional rock powerhouse. So funky. Almost as funky as the seamy underbelly of California forcibly revealed by the power of the lyrics. I feel like my eyeballs are being peeled.
I suppose I had better do something about the cess pit of the refridgerator then. Expect a full run down later on - a problem shared is a problem solved after all.
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