Yesterday, Without A Hint Of Irony Or Sarcasm, I Shouted “Be Silent, Child” At Someone In A Tone So Imperious That It Surprised Me That A Prole Like Me Could Muster It.
the worst part about owning the home you live in is that when shit goes bad you more or less have to fix it on your goddamn own. i dont have a landlord to call. and the bank isn’t fixing shit at 1:15 at night. my life is human tragedy.
