Look down two posts and read about our insane downstairs neighbors.
The DAY after she called us faggots, our pipes froze and flooded their house. If I believed in karma, I might blame this on that…
I confronted our neighbor about calling us faggots and she OF CORSE denied it. I mean, really, I don’t care if you call me a faggot. Well, that is kind of a lie, BUT AT LEAST BE ABLE TO CALL ME A FAGGOT TO MY FACE. Don’t do it when I am playing DDR, or walking down the street, or do it by yelling at my house. Stop me, look me in the face and call me a fag. What, are you worried that I am going to hit you? Please? Worst thing I will do is cut myself and spray you with my filthy faggot blood.
We talked to our landlords about the dogs, our new roomate and our neighbors and they are so fucking amazing. They thought it would be a good idea to print off Tom of Finland posters and hang them on our porch. Go ahead and google Tom of Finland, I will wait here for you to return.
Would that not be amazing? Anyway, long story short, don’t fuck with us ever and our landlords are absolultly amazing.
It’s snowing right now, I wish I was dead. This is all.