i'm very frustrated.

it's my birthday. i'd like to focus. the stench is worse than i can remember it, but it...

it smells like a cross between sweaty ass, bad breath and skunk weed.

just fucking rank.

if there's one day of the year where it would be nice to be cold sober and read without having to deal with my neighbours' gross habits, i would hope it would be on my birthday. *sigh*.

i don't see any use in getting angry. he doesn't care, and he's dishonest. i'll just get into the shower a little after 19:00.