grave robbers

it is only thursday and so much has already happened since yesterday. i just cant believe it.

okay, so you know how me and gracey live in a wanksters paradise aka. the ghetto aka. junkie haven aka. the 'favella' (?)

well yeah. we totally do. and yeah we totally have arch nemesi that live in our apartment block. 

i will attempt too explain how this came about through my interpretation of the events that have unfolded since we first moved in.

so one  sunday night (approx 3mnths ago) gracey, joshy, katja are sitting on the balcony dranking some dranks digging some beats (probably a little too loud) and generally having a wow!ace! time.

then theres a knock at the door. gracey answers, "turn down the music!" said our foreign neighbour. gracey, having already consumed 1 btl of red wine at this point was uncapable of a reply so retorted, instead by slamming the door in her new pals face.

case closed for now.

anyway a couple of weeks later the police rock up at our place too find richard, james and gracey being rediculously loud. gracey put on her best 'i am speaking too a police man' voice and apologised profusly explaining we had not long since moved from a share house (cowle street) blah blah blah. (boys hiding in wardrobe at this point) police man ruffles graceys hair in patronizing way and returns too his important police man duties.

NEXT night. me, nina marie elliott is sitting in lounge (alone) watching rage, doing a draw in my pjs (pre bed) knock on door. zomg the police. so here i am pen and paper in one hand wearing cut off blue trackpant pjs i found in the secretroom at cowle street. wondering wtf just happened. the policeman is just as bewildered as i me as too why his prescence is needed. i return too finish draw and do a bed.

another weekday, another couple of drifters stop by for a longneck. arch nemesi decides we need too be stopped so proceeds too steal our power fuse. no power, great! so james went and stole someone elses and we had power again. A.N (arch nemesi) repeats the same action several times again AND on seperate occasions.

YESTERDAY gracey and i return home after c.o.d adventure too midland. (carpool with gem&clare yeah!) too find both of our keys wont fit in our lock. so gracey runs downstairs too see if maybe theres a not in our letter box explaining wtf is going on. im still trying too jam my key in that lock when i realise suddenly what the hell is going on. i see a clear trail of super glue oozing from the lock in question. someone superglued our lock THANKS ALOT YOU FAGGOT!! 

another visit from the locksmith, another 150 down the drain.

i wonder if the A.N reads dardia? i hope so. i hope you get but raped in the alleyway and bleed. i hope you think "oh god its finally over. they really care" when you think hes going too hug you you realised he just checked youre pocket for change. devod.

PS// on a lighter note the locksmith had amazing shoes. i was all "wow thoose shoes are super! you look like a lock smith superhero! do they aid in unpicking locks??" no. apparantly they dont. but they did look freakin great. i swore he could hulk out of his uniform and climb walls and do burn outs and stuff.

PPS// last night was rediculously fun. did you know one of the HAF boys (LNTL) looks like a deadset doppleganger for one of my good friends, andrew sinclair? its true, he really is a deadset doppleganger! photo comparison coming soon..