Now Playing: A New Day Has Come - Celine
I met Sylvester by accident on the path last night and he was wondering where I'd been and what I was doing. Typical that having totally ignored me for most of the year he wants to chat NOW that I'm on the point of leaving. I was like "Child, I do NOT need to talk to you. Why you all up in my bidness no how? Love DO NOT live here anymore. M'ahf*cka!"
But what I actually said was "I'm leaving. Goodbye. I can wish you no greater joy in your life than the happiness a year as your flatmate has brought me."
Thankfully he didn't ask about his "book," which he lent me in about October. I never read the damn thing - dull as f*ck - but could never be bothered giving it back as that would have necessitated talking to him. Ugh. So I put it in a brown envelope with his name on it and left it beside his pigeonhole. It was the most contemptuous thing I could come up with other than that awful Groucho Marx line "I enjoyed your book. I laughed from beginning to end. Someday I intend reading it."
Let's just pray he never gets elected to the office he so desperately craves...
It's over. I'm outta here. Bus is leaving in 40 minutes. There's nothing left to say.
Written by Conor
at 6:20 PM KDT
