Flat

Great, now I have to advertise for a flatmate. Again.
"Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I think I'll go out the back and eat worms"
Not that I have a back garden. Although there is a sort of little back area. But I don't think there's any grass there, it's all pavement slabs I think. But they are uneven and some grass does poke through... Don't think there'll be any worms though. Worms probably turn up their, whatever passes for noses when you're a worm, at it. It's like a representation of my life - shit.
You know what you don't hear people say often enough? Diorama. Diorama. That's what I'm taking about.
Oh well, back to work. The wicked shall pay.