Bye Felicia, for real this time

I walked past Thundercunt’s door. Her shitty doormat is finally gone. Yay. 

The noise last night was bad. Mom said the noise today was unbearable — more so than usual. But she said it also sounded like machines. 

We got brand new doors a couple months ago. The door upstairs is trashed. I can only imagine what the inside looks like. 

With any luck, it will be a quiet night. Of course, I’ll just be happy if I can watch “Below Deck” in relative peace. I’ve learned not to aim much higher than that. 

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