you do not know Mercedes; what she threatens she will do– the count of monte cristo
it's time to move on.
when i got home from work today i found this bullshit waiting for me. for those of you who cannot read this person’s font, it says: Please remove today. Do not leave anything in hallway. Not your storage. how tacky!! and that comment is coming from me, someone who left a bus sized box sitting outside my door for the past week, so you know that move was tacky. i want very much to...
i think you're looking for a different word......
me: listen, i just don't like to be lied to and at this--
contractor: WHOA. HEY!! you listen to me. i don't like the vernacular you're using.
then i'm in HUGE trouble →
you don't know what you've got till it's gone
that’s exactly how i feel about losing my health insurance two months ago. i find the verb “lose” to be the best way to explain what happened here. firstly, because it literally slipped out of my fingers (not literally literally, but, like, almost.) i had it and then one day it was like, ‘no no no. hold on a second. hold it right there. no more of this for you.’ it...
she has a very low level job. some job where, you know, she’s answering...– my dad. though, i have a feeling that whatever job has this person answering the phones, however “low level”, does not also involve sweeping floors.
there goes the neighborhood
last week i got notification that the rent of the fish tank i’ve been living in for the past year will be increasing $60 per month starting next month when my lease expires. i’m not saying i’m pissed, but my rent bill has been sitting outside my apartment for six days and every time i enter or leave i stomp on it… so, yeah, that’s normal, i guess.you may recall...