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Dear Santa: I would like a house.
Housing situation = going from bad to worse.
Fuck.
(There'd be no problem if it was just me, I could easily move back home or rent a granny flat or something and live by myself, which I would love, but there is the matter of aforementioned housemate Q. I'm not leaving her to fend for herself. But it's just us, now, and you can't get good rental housing for two people at anything approaching affordable rates.)
Fuck fuck fuck. I'm just starting my summer research project and I have things that I have to plan and choreograph and write and I was really looking forward to this summer, you know? It was going to be relaxing.
Bitch, whine, moan, etc.
Fuck.
(There'd be no problem if it was just me, I could easily move back home or rent a granny flat or something and live by myself, which I would love, but there is the matter of aforementioned housemate Q. I'm not leaving her to fend for herself. But it's just us, now, and you can't get good rental housing for two people at anything approaching affordable rates.)
Fuck fuck fuck. I'm just starting my summer research project and I have things that I have to plan and choreograph and write and I was really looking forward to this summer, you know? It was going to be relaxing.
Bitch, whine, moan, etc.