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Pijie's Filth & Fury
Jul. 8th, 2006 08:58 pmWho needs a gym workout when they've got an apartment recently vacated by two male Australians to clean? Kevin & I began our move to the new flat today -- packed suitcases dragged across London, corner shop purchases (cleaning products and 2-litre Coca-cola bottle to keep us going), and the stereo playing old tapes in the living room.
To our surprise, we found a squatter living in our flat. Her name is Pijie and she refuses to leave our shit-smeared balcony or her little egg. We've decided to allow her to stay until her egg hatches, then lift the net around the balcony, pour bleach all over the caca and turn it into a prime location for neon-lights watching.
I spent the afternoon scrubbing the kitchen. The fridge looks and smells lovely but refuses to come back to the world of the living. I'm scared. Kevin wiped the living room clean and the shelves already hold some of our books. When the place is finally clean, and all our stuff is in place, I think we'll be very happy there.
To our surprise, we found a squatter living in our flat. Her name is Pijie and she refuses to leave our shit-smeared balcony or her little egg. We've decided to allow her to stay until her egg hatches, then lift the net around the balcony, pour bleach all over the caca and turn it into a prime location for neon-lights watching.
I spent the afternoon scrubbing the kitchen. The fridge looks and smells lovely but refuses to come back to the world of the living. I'm scared. Kevin wiped the living room clean and the shelves already hold some of our books. When the place is finally clean, and all our stuff is in place, I think we'll be very happy there.
