So, got home from my grandma's after eating and find the frog tree hanger that I got my mom when I was 4-5 that has been in every yard since I gave it to her cut by the fucking bitchy ass landlady that's selling the house out from under us. She's just damn lucky that it's just cut.
Also, got a new job on Monday. That's the one I was at today.
But on a completely different and new note for this book, how are y'all? Hearing from y'all may calm me down.
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The Journal of Baxter
RandomI got bored, and Charlie suggested that I make a journal.