So, then... in Chunky giblets

…Same old, same old. I quit smoking during my time in prison, but the second I’m released I start right back up again. I think I’m pretty much doomed on that score.

Yesterday, last night, and most of today I have spent getting thoroughly fucking rained upon. My clothes smell really bad. That musty, damp smell, you know. Pretty bad. Couple that with the fact that my boots seriously hurt my feet, and we’re feeling pretty bloody miserable. Oh, and, yeah, I haven’t eaten for two days. And people continue to openly mock me for the way I’m dressed.

At least in prison I got fed and nobody cared about the clothes I wore.

Maybe I just need to get laid. But no. What I need is a fucking place to live.

EDIT

203 unread bookmarks? Sorry, no chance. Also: “upcoming site changes”? Uh-oh… Kudos 2.0, anyone?

Last updated August 24, 2015