One bag of donuts, 10 chocolate chip cookies, one big sized pizza and half a season of Sex and the City later; it’s time for bed.
My microelectrode puller is way too temperamental.
My flatmate has been burping for the past half hour. I can hear him with two doors closed.
I found the flat of my dreams. Too bad it’s at 5th Avenue and costs $3,250,000.
To the musician with the bagpipe that started playing and woke me up; NOT AGAIN.
I miss home today; a lot.
My clothes don’t fint in my damn closet.
Pasta with sauce, two ice creams, two double burgers, one sandwich with butter and honey, one pack of malteasers later and I’m still hungry. What is this?
- flatmate: where have you been?
- me: at the lab.
- flatmate: I really wait eagerly for the day that you'll come home and I'll hear a different answer.
- *continues with her dinner*
Exam period, central library. 4th floor, female bathroom. To the girl masturbating and making such noise; I know you’re stressed, but is this the best way to relieve your tension?