I called my landlord today to get a receipt for the four months that I have been living in the Crackhouse now. (I am so glad it is over now, I can move onto some place that isn't cold and doesn't smell like mouse shit when the oven is turned on) Everytime I talk to my landlord I end up babbling. It's because I am trying to compensate for his lack of talking. He really says nothinf more than yes, no and the occasional grunt.


If you are one of the aforementioned type of person I beg you to stop! You are making me feel like a dork.