I saw the MLS listing for upstairs. Available date December 7.
I want to die.
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Everyone is showing off their cute family Halloween costumes. And all are totes adorbs.
But I’m guessing I should keep my adventures with stripper poles to myself.
A 2014 classic memory … That I can show, anyway …
Stomping across the ceiling began at 5 a.m.
Seven months without sleep.
Now hell, maybe it’ll be eight months.
Fuck.