the lodger and i have unreconcilable issues with one another, and the best part of my day is every morning when i look in their room hoping they are finally gone for good, but they have helped me in one meaningful way. if i meet someone new, and they say a room whose sole occupant is a cursed painting with an attitude problem is the weirdest thing they have ever seen, then i know we are probably starting too far apart to ever find a meaningful middle
happy first day in four months that i used my oven and didn't sweat through a tshirt imaginary constructs








