Stupid, piece of crap house! Why do you insist on falling apart when you know damn well I have no money to fix you’re stupid ass?

First of all, as you probably know from my other blogs, the house I live in is a piece of butt fudge that can’t be dealt with in any sort of normal capacity, but now it’s gone too damn far. The hose ( yes, hose, as in garden hose ) we use to connect the washing machine to the kitchen sink so that it’ll, you know, wash things has started to strip the adaptor, twistie turnie thingie it uses to hook onto the sink - which means that you now have to tie a piece of plastic shopping bag around it or water spews all over the damn sink.

On top of that the dryer blows the fuses in the basement every three seconds, so nothing ever gets dry, either - I fucking hate this place.

I skinned my damn elbow falling down the damn stairs trying to carry one more box of Jim’s useless crap to my mom’s car. I’m surprised I didn’t knock my teeth out, I landed right on my jaw with one arm extended by my cheek, thank the gods my arm took the brunt of it but at the same time it feels like it’s busted into a billion pieces right now.

Does Mommy Dearest give a shit? Of course not, she’s too busy bitching about how hard her life is while she sits in her car doing nothing and everyone else works around her.

I swear on Slepnir’s Speed, were I less patient ( meaning, if I weren’t afraid of American law enforcement ) I may have chopped her into messes, lol.