Here follows a Christmas message from Adam the first. All hail.
Today marks the third consecutive Xmas where something has gone horrifically wrong for me. This year it's in the form of a keys debacle which resulted in me just forking over $150 to a locksmith for 30 seconds work opening the front door.
I've had it. I'm going to give people gifts on the 25th of November next year for no apparent reason instead and Kris farking Kringle can blow himself.
And to top it all off the fuckwits who were allegedly going to get kicked out of these flats are still here and are randomly exploding illegal fireworks. It's like the bridge scene from Apocalypse Now around here.