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The oven doesn't work.

So far I have received mail for four people, three old men and one old lady. This is a two bedroom unit I hate to think of the saggy, baggy shenanigans that might have gone down.
One day, I didn't turn on the fan when I was showering and a strange yellow liquid started oozing out of the bathroom walls, just like in "The Amityville Horror" but I didn't get a giant pig to play with who would also promise to kill all of my family and let me live here forever and ever.
I think it could be nicotine coming out of the walls. Or reconstituted urine. At least the indecision stops me from worrying about the wrinkly gang bangs that my shower may have seen...who am I kidding, as if the last tennants took showers! They just used it as a second toilet!

I got a newer new bath tub.

It's a giant 220 ltr storage crate!
It cost $40.
It's so cool I will post a photo of it later.

Thankyou to everyone who left nice messages and wishes for me while I was moving, it was good to come back to

I have missed you all !



I wrote this pile of wank about easily removable tattoo ink. As usual I was too cowardly to post in the appropriate place.

I'm fine with it (provided it's safe).
If people want to get work removed (which as someone else has pointed out, they already can and do, this just makes it a little easier) for whatever reason; poorly healed, badly executed, radical change of personality...that's their business. It doesn't affect me,
For myself, I don't believe anything is permanent and I think it's a kind of insecurity to seek permanence because you just can't have it. I would rather learn to be content knowing that nothing is permanent and that I just have to accept that.
Most of my tattoos are about 12 years old now and in a sense they reflect that impermanence because I'm not the same person as I was when I got them. They serve as happy (or not so happy) reminders and markers of different times/events and all of the changes in my life.