Dividing my time between Hamilton and Fairfield....my building has become a positively intolerable hotbed of gossip, treachery, and other petty bullshit. I'm sick of old men hitting on me and old women hating me. I spend my days either elsewhere, or holed up in my attic garret...fuck them all. A former friend has moved in upstairs, and she yaps about me to anyone who listens.
Despite this, I am hopeful as I enter my 38th year. I have some good friends and allies in my life, and a roof over my head (for now). Looking forward to a joyful Hanukkah, and maybe a miracle or two.....
Despite this, I am hopeful as I enter my 38th year. I have some good friends and allies in my life, and a roof over my head (for now). Looking forward to a joyful Hanukkah, and maybe a miracle or two.....
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