You really can't make this stuff up.
We have a dresser in the bedroom, of which I had a drawer. Note: "had." Yes, UberBitch strikes again. In that drawer I had vintage shirts, a Ramones shirt, a shirt from a rock n' roll shop in the village that's no long gone. Well, the contents of the drawer are now long gone. Fucking psycho.
Pay the bills, do as you're told, but you're not entitled to one fucking drawer.
Enjoy winter.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
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