one year, rent free living, is now ending feb 20th.
there are plenty of good memories in this shit hole house.
i will miss the roaches, the chronic flea bites, the gaping holes in our wall, the dog vomit on the kitchen floor, nick's vomit on the living room wall, the crusted up socks that were peed on in the corner, explaining to cute boys in my bed that that is not a cat in my closet, but rather a very large cockroach.....
most of all i will miss the fact of having a roof over my head, because i have no fucking idea of where i am going to live, or what i am doing with my life....
there is no point really in staying in orlando, besides the fact that i have friends i love here, and a shitty fucking job, which in this economy, i may want to hold onto.
in other news, i just found a free sample in my cabinet of self tanning lotion. maybe this will disguise the flea bites that are taking forever to fade.
at least ill be a homeless girl with no clue what to do, but ill have beautiful summer glow like the bottle promises me.
This is the story of four degenerates living in a house rent free who have decided to record their adventures in a blog to find out what happens when people stop being real and start being animals...
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