Renters have gone, leaving us (again) with 2 house payments and me prone to anxiety attacks.
Unreal.
And the funny part? They stole all our light bulbs.
WTF? WHO DOES THAT?
I hate that place, that house, that land, that carpet, that kitchen.....I NEED IT GONE so I can severe my last ties to that horrible little town and everyone (but Karen) in it.
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