"please, bring two people and two cats into my living space! i will be happy to have you as long as there is as little evidence of your existences here as possible"
she agreed to let us stay here for six months and i got a bug eyed vertigo reaction when i suggested putting a small shelf in our room. whining about food storage space when she has more cabinets than we had in total in our last apartment dedicated entirely to heavy ugly decorative shit she obviously doesnt move
we are no longer expecting to spend six months here because we are terrified she will give us covid from partying constantly. the ultimate fuck you if i just straight up DIE from it after a lifetime of accepting favors i couldnt live without that the well meaning benefactor took zero effort to make sure wouldnt harm me. i would laugh up until i finish drowning in my lungs. what a pointless life. what a pointless death.
