Dad emailed. Good news is that I can get my money tomorrow. The bad ...
My flat? The one I completely redecorated, costing me lots of sweat and money? Where I've lift for all of six fucking months?
Is being SOLD! I have three months to move the fuck out and find a new place.
Right now I hate the world. Present company excepted.
My flat? The one I completely redecorated, costing me lots of sweat and money? Where I've lift for all of six fucking months?
Is being SOLD! I have three months to move the fuck out and find a new place.
Right now I hate the world. Present company excepted.
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I hope you can find somewhere even better, and that the evil landlord stubs their toe repeatedly.
*hugs*