I was going to write some crap ’bout la migra and the record companies, but I’m going to write something more, hmm, important for the moment.
The room noeshtiostia, Liam and me moved into is loaded with cockroaches up the wazoo.
I don’t know what the hell the people who lived here did, but in one night I saw more cockroaches than in one week.
Jezus. F. Christ.
Now we have to get everything out of the room to fumigate. New carpeting included.
Here’s the best part though… those people now live next door. Now I don’t really mind it when Liam cries all night long.