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in reply to a friend's query over sms, why the late nights, dear:

heh. landladies, whom've got a charming tendency to be sarcastic when i return late. especially those who have been principals for the most of their lives and a teacher the rest of it. i'm betting the next career change is 'jailor'.


yes i've been having some trouble with the landlady lately, all seventy-odd years of it. thus i'm looking for another place to stay. same location, but different place. hoping to land one that's got a decently-sized room, with an attached bathroom, if possible. and that's it. nothing more, nothing less. i don't need sofas, whatnot. i need a mirror, a closet, and that's it.

and no crochety ole landladies who, after taking my rent monies saw fit to throw in the bargain of being my mother as well.

my mother's better-looking and younger than you, thank you very much, and i prefer to have only one.


now you can stick your self-righteous scrawny neck where someone'd be bothered.