Dar migraine. fucking quit it dear disocative funks. i hate you. dear nephew./ i realy didnt need your birthday on the day i wanted to move. dear mcapacity. i miss y ou
Three weeks ago today, the landlord said he was thinking of selling up Today: We have Signed a contract on a place. We are 1/4 packed up already (which given how much shit we have is EPIC success!) We settle late july. Now if only poor daishbot didnt have to both mourn his sister and deal with boxes all over hte fucking place