Breaking and Entering

09.11.2008 // Life // Lee McKusick // 1 Comment

I just had to break into my own house.

I had to force in the screen from a window that was left open and climb through it.

Why, you ask? Because I went out for a run, on poker night. Because my genius of a roommate locked up the house while my car was in the driveway and he knew I was out for a run.

Thank you, Ed. Thank you for locking me out of my own home so you could go out drinking and gambling.

I’m sick of the discourteous behaviour, the blatant chauvanism, and the foul language. I’m sick and tired of it all.

I can’t wait to get out of this place and move on to better things.