You know what is really excellent about not having a mortgage?
When your bathroom ceiling starts to rain brown water, you don't have to pay for it yourself.
Motherfucker, this has been a gross evening.
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Hella Stella
Undercover songwriter with a potty mouth
Stella Who?
I really am a songwriter. Without the day job, I'd be a starving songwriter. I spend my time with my Better Half, my bulldog, and a whole whack of instruments.
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4 comments:
Damn, and gross.
How long 'til it's fixed?
Tomorrow morning.
Blech.
I like that you found the silver lining in the grossness. Yay for renting!
Oh dear. You deserve a hug.
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