Mood: Peeved
Listening to: Seven Nation Army - White Stripes

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter

I was a bad boy on Saturday night. You see, my shower has been fucked up for months now. The water coming out is just soo damn hot it feels like a sauna in there. I haven't been properly showering since ages. So on Saturday I was just so pissed with the whole thing I set the shower to the hottest setting and left it going for almost half an hour. Hell, if I can't take a shower then I'm gonna let the hall at least pay huge water and gas bills. Not really a Kill Bill revenge, but close, I think.

So my bathroom got really hot and steamy. If this were a film you'd see a couple (whatever gender depending on your taste, especially if you're Rebecca Loos) doing stuff on a bed making weird noises already. I knew I shouldn't open the bathroom door and let the steam out into my room because I once read a notice somewhere that the fire alarm can be set off due to that. But I thought, nahh...not gonna happen to me. I was going to go to work anyway and I should turn the shower off first. Usually I'd close the door back but that night I decided to leave it open. And boy, was I asking for it. Mere seconds passed before that familiar and ear-piercing fire alarm wailed throughout the complex. I was like, oh sweet Mary mother of Jesus. I quickly grabbed everything I needed and dashed out.

Inexplicably, the guard turned off the alarm from the main controls just after I reached the main building, as if he knew it wasn't a real fire. But the damage has been done. The fire engines came a few minutes after I reached the bus stop near my hall. I'm sure those firemen weren't happy, haha. I watched the blinking siren lights from the distance, knowing that finally, James Lighthill House got served. It's on.