Times are getting increasingly difficult in the squat that I call home, not only is our house slowly becoming engulfed in a dripping mould like fungus, but earlier on this evening whilst smoking an old fag butt (no money for cigarettes you see), I discovered our back door had been forced open and used to gain entrance to our back garden, and by the looks of the old cider bottles strewn across the grass, just generally chill/scope out our house for burglary. Sweet. We also ran out of bog roll at a crucial time so had to resort to using job resumes to wipe are asses, I pretended it was due to some controversial political stance, like ‘this is what I think of the current employment situation so fuck you’ rather than the fact we’re too sodding poor to use toilet paper, but hey at least I now have my employment history printed across my butt cheeks, I guarantee this will be the weekend I get laid, the time I have my academic history perfectly framing my glory hole.
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