Love

Deixe os cΓ£es dormentes πŸ•

While walking back from town ther other day, I come across this baby dog running around the middle of the road. The puppy ran up to me, I was dumb enough to pat her and here we are: in my unit together. Very irresponsible thing to do for an ordinary, common-as-shit kelpie pup.

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Bitches be trippin’ πŸ§Ÿβ€β™€οΈ

With one woman a loving enabler who wants me home with her, another a bitch who’d rather hang out with her fat married girlfriend than me, and now a third proclaiming she just wants to fuck me, I have had enough of all their collective bullshit.

The Homeless is over πŸ’€

It’s been about a month now, and though I’m starting to see how five separate rooms in a comfortable unit has it’s advantages, I’m also having to adapt to having only half the money I’ve had for the whole period I was without a home. I need cash in hand, undeclared work, if I want any chance of getting ahead.

The soulmate returns 🎻

Back to freezing my cock off outside homeless in a sleeping-bag for me, help Brian multiple times in attempting to eradicate the fleas or bedbugs or whatever they are that he’s too embarrassed to ask other residents for help with, and the battle over the piano continues..

Bird is the word.

Today I went to work, threatened my employer with legal action, started smoking cannabis right outside the library on the steps, got saved for another few days with $50 from my Mother and fed a gorgeous pigeon. You?

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I’ve given two weeks notice.

That’s right: the women’s gone, the fucking cabin’s been sold out from under me by the landlords and now that bitch of a supervisor won’t let me shower at the TAFE so fuck the job too.

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Outing #43: Back to the bush

Thanks to the women at the pharmacy, I’ve got a tin of shortbread biscuits to stop me eating moths for tonight, and thank you Michele – best ex I’ve ever had.

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