the bastard never looks a gift horse in the mouth
wait.
scratch that.
the bastard ALWAYS looks a gift horse in the mouth.
it's a deep seated issue he needs to work on with his parole officer.
anyway it's like this.
I really like living in the liquid city.
nice view.
nice commute.
better quality of life.
but it ain't cheap.
so after almost two months of paying upwards of 24 bucks a bag every week not to mention the hefty tab for dry cleaning.…
our washing machine finally arrived and you guessed it bitches
I did me some laundry.
now if I could only get a handle on the job, everything would be easy peasy.
but that's tomorrow's problem.
hrm
wait
that's my problem in like 10 minutes now
god dammity damn
—the bastard
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