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What I want is to win the lottery and make $5000/week for the next 50 years, buy a small house, and maybe buy a car, so I can get the hell out of this shithole apartment.
Seriously, when I moved in here a few years ago, I thought it would be like finally getting to fucking retire after a long-ass life of stress and worry. But even with this being low-income housing I still am not keeping enough money to get through the month without help from food banks, the apartment is barely large enough for 1 person and is home to 2 people, our building's manager is Dolores Umbridge's evil sister who hates us, and the building is full of crazy people, some of whom try to kill us. I hate capitalism, I hate poverty, and if I wasn't such a pacifist by nature and terrified of cops, I'd be really tempted to resort to a life of crime, buy a house and car with the stolen money, and put hits out on the crazy guy attacking us and on our manager. Some days I think going to prison would be an acceptable cost to go out there with this metal cane I own and just bludgeon the two of them to death with it. Thank Medusa I'm too much of a pacifist and a chickenshit to do it, though.
Fuck, the cops came today to arrest the crazy guy for his most recent episode throwing shit at our windows, and as much as I detest guns and cops and police brutality, I found myself hoping that he'd attack them and they'd kill him with their guns. Wouldn't help us against Umbridge, but that would be one less stressor in my life.
Seriously, when I moved in here a few years ago, I thought it would be like finally getting to fucking retire after a long-ass life of stress and worry. But even with this being low-income housing I still am not keeping enough money to get through the month without help from food banks, the apartment is barely large enough for 1 person and is home to 2 people, our building's manager is Dolores Umbridge's evil sister who hates us, and the building is full of crazy people, some of whom try to kill us. I hate capitalism, I hate poverty, and if I wasn't such a pacifist by nature and terrified of cops, I'd be really tempted to resort to a life of crime, buy a house and car with the stolen money, and put hits out on the crazy guy attacking us and on our manager. Some days I think going to prison would be an acceptable cost to go out there with this metal cane I own and just bludgeon the two of them to death with it. Thank Medusa I'm too much of a pacifist and a chickenshit to do it, though.
Fuck, the cops came today to arrest the crazy guy for his most recent episode throwing shit at our windows, and as much as I detest guns and cops and police brutality, I found myself hoping that he'd attack them and they'd kill him with their guns. Wouldn't help us against Umbridge, but that would be one less stressor in my life.