House World

Nothing much to write about other than getting a hang of this computer thing, getting caught up in the generation. I’m beginning to wonder if being a hermit is bad… I mean it’s come to a point that my bedroom and living room is the only places I really wish in the world to be in now. Let the world run its course and have it all go to the flea market of STDs for all I care. My room is comfortable, my living room is a hustle and bustle of conversations and random acts of violence and well, lets not get into the downstairs construction guru.
In fact, this short long haired Filipino gentleman, something about him I cant trust, could it be that fact that his pointer finger is longer that his middle? Or that obscene way he watches me do laundry as if giving me a cold tough lashing with his eyes.

Yes, the house is practically a planet of people with different agendas.
-Black Jeff is the pollutant, giving his essence of manliness with whatever he sits on.
-Allen Van Gout is the stranger artist with his memories lost in the future, he constantly tries to catch up with.
-Younger Boy the heir to my electronics. I see him there waiting for me to expire…. Already claiming dibs to my thrown.
-Techno Nick one of the few Straight Chinese left, somewhat of an oddity, possibly due to his countries policy of a one child family initiative, will all the Chink boys running around, it’s no wonder they can rock Capri Pants.

What can I say; my house is living and breathing, sucking away my soul and saving me slave money I should be spending on my oppressors.