The house

well folks.so i said i moved..i might have repeated myself though but aah..i can't begin to describe the feeling of having a bathroom to myself..and the joys of having silence around the place..I DO NOT miss.guys walking around in their worn out thong like undergarments,revealing certain "bulges"..*vomits into a can*" as they go about their business..i DO NOT miss people singing in the bathroom..it just makes the experience of having to bathe in icy conditions more,intolerable..to a point where actual pre-planned thoughts of injecting someone with toilet cleaner and watch them writhe and foam at the mouth in agony actually comes about..more than once..or twice..even thrice on really bad days..
And heck,i DO NOT EVER miss the smell of unwashed bodies.emitting deathly, mutant gnu carcass like pongs...walking about,their odor wafting around them like shields against everything that is clean in this universe..god.Im filled with rage..but everything's starting to change for the better now..hopefully..nothing irks me yet here..so yeah whatever..the new place is called CSR elegance..it's not too shaby,here's pics:,.