You can stick your fucking chariot up your ass.
Last week I found a townhouse that fits the bill. It has polished wooden floors, dark carpet (I hate light carpet), a private courtyard, decent sized bedroom and is in a cable area. The area is quiet at night – I know this because it is near Tristan’s townhouse, and Kellie’s also. It has 2… Continue reading Stimpy: like a furry noose around my neck
I hate moving.Our lease runs out today. We always intended to continue on the standard week-by-week basis, moving never crossed our minds. Until our property manager seemed to become insecure a few weeks ago and started asking us what we are going to do. The second time that she asked, I realised that I had… Continue reading Thinking of moving
It turns out that The Bitch from #3 was pregnant, which explains her behaviour. I have spoken to her in the lift post-birth and she seemed quite human, acknowledging my existence and answering my questions. She even smiled!