bare knuckles

I solemnly swear I was kinda irked last night.The oust up anger did stir up no equity.My roomie  vitae do demands some accolades for the acts he executes.My indulgent at that time was so kinda of a bizarre. Scratching all over body as I laid supine.what to do ? even the mosquitoes were striking its darn instant chords with its hosts.My roomie ,bloody son of a sasquatch left the window opened last evening.I am pretty sure those blood borne dancers were be every much thankful to him for his kind act.On the contrary I am not. Lights were dim and its of no leeway.So I am ranting now.The more I tried to wallow myself with duvet,the more hot it became inside.I had to switch on the fan.Kinda relief .Tell why some mosquitoes buzz around the ears.Is it some joke or what???.Shitsnaks maybe they wanna convey the message~Teri kahke lunga~ type dialogue.I thought I was the only entity  inside to suffer the joy .roomie too woke up. We both started shooting it away those blood scukers .we wont give up.my attempts should  be heard untill eternity. I became so irked and frustrated that I ended up slapping myself instead of mosquitoes. Seriously we should buy a new refill bottle of mosquito repellent before these blood sucker disconcert us more.

Hell shalt soar!!