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Fuck you, Fuck Off, and Good Fucking Riddance.


So anyways.. i'm glad to be fucking out of here.. fucking landlord comes to my door at fucking 3 am monday night and starts shit and accuses me of being a drunken alcoholic because I'm busy packing and I have a beer in my hand, ever heard of having a good time? it would help if you could fucking understand english but that would be hoping for far too fucking much. i haven't felt the way i currently do about a landlord in a very long time. the last time i did i spent the night in the don jail and that was me sober. I;m fucking so glad for my sanity and my sons safety to be aout of this shithole apartment... plus i'll be closer to work at the new place and the new guy understands that given the nature of my job some days off i have to be nocturnal.. dumb fucks here could never understand that even tho they make noise doing chinese new year till 5 am... so...Fuck you, Fuck Off, and Good Fucking Riddance. I won't be looking back.

Current mood: Pissed.
Current Music: White lies/Black truth, Slik Toxic.

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