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[sprinklethief]

i feel like such a sell out. i'm a goddamn mortgage broker now. who the fuck would have guessed this would happen. i'm not gonna do the whole yuppie bullshit life though. i refuse.

plus i have wyl to make sure i don't, heh.

and what the fuck is up with my fucking foul mouth lately?




i used to think dogs pooping were really funny... but ever since i BROKE MY FUCKING SPINE SLIPPING ON NEGLECTED DOGSHIT it's suddenly not so funny. i was pointing an laughing at a dog pooping today and i started crying. all of this pain, all of this agony, all of these tens of thousands of dollars of medical bills - most of which in collections now, losing my job... all because of a pile of dog shit that no one would clean up.

and now, i've missed almost an entire week of work at an incredibly lucrative job, possibly losing it (hopefully not).

this house is single handedly ruining my life, my belongings, my sanity, almost my relationship, my silverware, even my goddamn plates.

this place has become toxic

the new place will be pristene and no one will take that from me. i will kill before anyone takes that from me.

ow my back hurts.

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i created one, mediocre_broker, heh.

i invited you, maybe we can spread the word?