I'm still alive. My back has not rotted away yet. How do I know? Well, I had to paint the fucking bathroom alone didn't I? I don't know about you, but I'm well sick of D's "no painting" rule. I mean, it's been a year since the kitchen fiasco. It's time for him to move on and stop making me do these menial home improvement tasks that he should be doing so I don't have to.

There are two houses for sale on our street.

Please god, let at least one minority family move into one....or even better some fabulous gay men. I'm tired of the whiteness of this neighborhood.