Revenge Part 2
This guy just doesn’t get it.
Let us see him get out of this spot now in a hurry.
Want to know why she is better than yours?
She drinks Greek coffee and actually likes it.
Chicken Korma
I made it. From scratch. I have my own garam masala mix too.
I even made the cashew paste.
It would seem that my note writing has become a trend for communicating with The Others.
Pancakes!
Two writers, one whiteboard. Two ————, one ——————-.
Best before when?! I know broadbeans are great….but wow!
Oh I see what you’re trying to do. No chance - White Whale!
Overheard from The Apartment Across the Landing
“Fuck you’re loud!” This is what she screams out to her friends from the window on our landing.
My apartment door is open.
“Just come up here, I don’t know Jarod is yet.”
“Just come up. Nah it’s ok just leave it and come up”
Friends come up the stairs.
“I don’t where the dickhead is.”
“I’m just so excited, you have to see it.”
Heavy smoking is obviously being done in the apartment now - theirs, not mine.
“When are you going fishing?”
“She put the bars in it, the bars in the bag…”
“I was on the golf course this morning, Keilor golf course, and bloody the old folks there were slamming beers down in the morning!”
Humpday in the Complex
This is the second night in a row.
The lobby space us filled with three things: silence, moans and the cliche squeak squeak of a bed being worked at all angles on a Wednesday night. Wednesday really is hump day.
As i climb the stairs i realise the action is coming from the apartment across the landing - Bec and her man.
Anthem speaking draws to a peak it suddenly stops.
“Nah nah hold me in this position.” “What like here?” “Yeah and then…”
And my door closes and the session continues, slightly muffled and limping from the competitors constructive criticism.
Sexual constructive criticism. It happens.
