They're reforming my bedroom and me and mom (yes, I share my bedroom with mom...period) are sleeping in grandma's bedroom.
You never know how much you really love your bedroom until you lose it.
And worse...allergic to all that f*cking dust made my lungs kinda closed.
I'm struggling to breathe.
Life is good...wohoo.
Oh, but today I got a job offer...
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