I have a floor.

I have most of a bathroom.

I have the start of a ceiling in the kitchen.

I binge-watched maybe 4 hours of this stupid bitch last night. It made me feel like Bob Fucking Vila. "Abandoned" home that you spent a buck and a half on that you're going to flail through a terrible fucking teardown while pretending you aren't and attention-whoring your way through being dumber than a sack of hair. "was 1946 wartime?"

"You might be boujie if: you have an artichoke lamp in your permit drawings"

The most tedious thing the left ever did was believe the right that they aren't entitled to nice things. I've been fighting this my whole fucking life, first from one side then the other, because I've been leftist AF my entire fucking life. And yet I can feel the judgment for spending six figures on tradespeople who never went to college. Why? Because I'm not an attention whore with an Instagram brand. You can't see my hustle therefore it's immoral. That bitch? Clearly paid for by her parents. Me?

The Eurovision bands are set and their videos are up. It's disappointing; the whole world wants safe comfort food so the entire slate is basically "safe American pop in a few languages." One lyric stood out - "life is like spaghetti, it's hard until you make it" which is absolutely awful and absolutely brilliant at the same time.

I can't fucking express how angry I am that every conversation about wealth I've ever had pops up whenever I try to appreciate what I've got. 'cuz guaranteed - the dipshits that voted for a trade war don't have those demons.

Wherever you are, _wage, I hope you're fucking miserable.