Review: Living, Weeping, Alone

Yeah so everyone who used to live in my house now doesn't. And although I've only really been on my own for less than a day, I still think it's time to relate my experiences.

First off, I have discovered that inanimate objects can be friends of sorts (pic very related).

Secondly, this place is much less of a shithole now that all the coke-addled kickboxers have gone. (My only example: I am keeping fresh butter on its own little plate. With a lid over it).

Thirdly, playing the House of the Rising Sun over and over while lying on the couch and weeping into a Spray & Wipe soaked tea towel is a pretty cool thing to do.