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all this stress has now turn my stomach into a tilt-a-whirl. the kind at church carnivals, held together by chewing gum, twine and sheer obstinacy.
anyway, going to demand my current landlord let me stay--legally they can't kick me out until the court date. why the hell does this kind of stuff just make me want to hide under a pillow?
in other news, i'm really impressed by a band called the new pornographers. chekkum out.
anyway, going to demand my current landlord let me stay--legally they can't kick me out until the court date. why the hell does this kind of stuff just make me want to hide under a pillow?
in other news, i'm really impressed by a band called the new pornographers. chekkum out.