i am sick of living in this squaller hovel dump hole from hell. it used to be a nice house, then I met joyce, before her and while I was seeing her our house was lovely clean all the time, I cleaned it senselessly. we had shit furniture but I cleaned it and then I would go looking for friends and a boyfriend same old pattern, get bashed and give up and go back to study or work and same old patterns keep emerging. like no homeless person dumps themselves at our house to live. I could really do with some young homeless bloke to move in here and clean up this for his rent and for the company and someone to talk to. if he had a car it would be all the better. if he was nice looking would be better still. I was nice looking once and I was forced to go out and mix with lowlife scum, educating the grunts the army rejected into style and eating dinner with them when I hated them so why can't someone do that for me? I had to put up with that bloody annoying keith and russel and wayne and peter and all my sisters retards. no wonder her husband david found those tards too much to cope with, they were always hanging around them. that spastic fat eliza she was a real spaz, and alison thick as two fucking bricks slammed together. dopped out.