After a huge wooden painting fell on me for the second time, I have decided to not put it back up.
After hours of waiting on the phone to speak to a representative of indirect loans while listening to Tom Petty's : Jack & Dianne over and over again, then hanging up after 10 minutes of horrendous conversation with a woman who had a strong/bitchy/southern accent I broke down and cried.
Nothing this morning has gone right.
I have tried doing the things an adult would do, but in the end it's all for nothing and how the fuck much longer is this dishwasher going to be running?!
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