i named the mouse that runs around our kitchen gus-gus. im growing rather fond of him… i don’t think my roommates feel the same though
i wonder how many of you get fucked by the cops because you’re not smart enough to know your own rights?
I’m sitting here reminiscing and it just hit me like
Holy shit. I actually lived at the Handsome Mansion? That was my house? That place was real life?
No one cares about the Handsome Mansion anymore. Sorry loser.
The best scrounger stories are kindness stories.
I hope you yelled politely or the masses will set upon you.
F’realz. I’m also pretty sure that making bank off of skunked old beer cans is in tandem with “keeping Allston shitty.”
Getting drunk and going to the Model alone.