06.18.05 - 10:32 pm

im sitting in my living room over a steaming plate of rice and a large piece of chicken. im surrounded by odors. disgusting carpets. a garbage can with moldy organics in the bottom. im just a few paces away from a toilet so completely backed up with feces that it is now just a solid, waterless puddle. there are guitar string packages on the porch. there are receipts from shirts on the floor. there are pizza boxes.

i am cursing under my breath. my roommates do not care that they live in such a filthy house. but i do. and tonight, after my meal, ill be damned if it gets the best of me.