i want to bitch about something.

how bout.
our house will always be a fucking mess.
anyone who comes in here has little to no respect to the house and its inhabitants.
(sam and any chic i can think of right now excluded.)
even the people living here must love to live in their own filth.
i could pick it up,
but it would be a full time job.
the only problem is.
it doesnt seem to bother them at all.
how?
maybe its cuz its their mess.
should i help with the mess?
i just cant do it.
dammit.
fuckers.

motto:
leave the shit where it lies.
nice one.

oh.
and btw, manuel,
no one reads this shit anymore.
i barely do.
maybe thats why i feel i can vent on it again...
whatever.
out.