Dear you are such a fuckwit !
Last night, while you were sleeping with your stertor doing the music in the pitiful silence of my room that I so dearly prefer, I went to the bathroom to change into shorts and I saw stains on the toilet-seat. Gleaming yellow. I never knew you were so talented. You always astonish me with such heroic acts of yours, I’d not be surprised if you actually shit in the washbowl someday. Earlier you had left your toothbrush in the same cup where mine was placed. Right next to it. I thought they were two hopeless lovers getting ready to dance. I am wondering if you were planning osculation for them. I wish I could tell you how mean I am and how badly I despise violation of my private space. I often think if you really have a degree in medicine. But then manners were never a part of medicine-syllabus. They are not really important in today’s world anyway !
I was peculiarly riled to no end when I saw you using my towel. That was the most brutal act. I was sitting there looking at you while you came out of the bathroom with that bauble of your belly, which makes you look like a gunnysack, and you deliberately toweled your hands dry with ‘my towel’. And then you burst into a yokelish laughter when I threw that towel repulsively in the laundry bag. Must have made you feel herculean, ubermensch. While I think you are only a demijohn, you bunghole !
Whenever I want to study, you switch on the TV in spite of knowing that how severely I hate that goggle-box. And what do you see ? Big font hindi soap operas ! I tell you my juniors are better than you, at least they have better taste. They would rather go and see Russian porn even if they have to count the words in the sub-titles. And then you comment on my not using my AC in that superficial rhetorical style ! You call me a miser because I feel guilty using the AC. Yeah, a miser I am but I hardly ever stay in someone’s room after the period I have actually requested them to keep me for.
Do you know that I want to laugh every time you tell me I have a ‘little beautiful fantasy world’ of my own and which would make you ‘suffocate’. I want to punch you right in your nose when you say I am more like a teenage girl. And when I ask you why your highness thinks so, you always say ‘Poetry, arts, paintings, etc are more of feminine things’ in your regal style ! Darn !!
May I ask you if chasing cheap girls at QMC in your loser manner is a “manly” thing ? I know what you’d say. And I don’t want to write that here. I’ll deal with you more, later ! Don’t worry ! I’ll come back to it and do you absolute justice !
Last night, while you were sleeping with your stertor doing the music in the pitiful silence of my room that I so dearly prefer, I went to the bathroom to change into shorts and I saw stains on the toilet-seat. Gleaming yellow. I never knew you were so talented. You always astonish me with such heroic acts of yours, I’d not be surprised if you actually shit in the washbowl someday. Earlier you had left your toothbrush in the same cup where mine was placed. Right next to it. I thought they were two hopeless lovers getting ready to dance. I am wondering if you were planning osculation for them. I wish I could tell you how mean I am and how badly I despise violation of my private space. I often think if you really have a degree in medicine. But then manners were never a part of medicine-syllabus. They are not really important in today’s world anyway !
I was peculiarly riled to no end when I saw you using my towel. That was the most brutal act. I was sitting there looking at you while you came out of the bathroom with that bauble of your belly, which makes you look like a gunnysack, and you deliberately toweled your hands dry with ‘my towel’. And then you burst into a yokelish laughter when I threw that towel repulsively in the laundry bag. Must have made you feel herculean, ubermensch. While I think you are only a demijohn, you bunghole !
Whenever I want to study, you switch on the TV in spite of knowing that how severely I hate that goggle-box. And what do you see ? Big font hindi soap operas ! I tell you my juniors are better than you, at least they have better taste. They would rather go and see Russian porn even if they have to count the words in the sub-titles. And then you comment on my not using my AC in that superficial rhetorical style ! You call me a miser because I feel guilty using the AC. Yeah, a miser I am but I hardly ever stay in someone’s room after the period I have actually requested them to keep me for.
Do you know that I want to laugh every time you tell me I have a ‘little beautiful fantasy world’ of my own and which would make you ‘suffocate’. I want to punch you right in your nose when you say I am more like a teenage girl. And when I ask you why your highness thinks so, you always say ‘Poetry, arts, paintings, etc are more of feminine things’ in your regal style ! Darn !!
May I ask you if chasing cheap girls at QMC in your loser manner is a “manly” thing ? I know what you’d say. And I don’t want to write that here. I’ll deal with you more, later ! Don’t worry ! I’ll come back to it and do you absolute justice !
