My job sucks. It's at the very bottom and no one even comes, cause they don't want to be insulted. It's comedy, it's supposed to be insulting.
Sometimes I try to get my mind of it by painting to trying that pottery wheel thing in the common area. But then the tramps show up with their dates. I can hardly stand living here.
The women are tramps and the men are wimps. Leland's a rent a cop and always will be, so what somebody gave him a big stinking award, so what. Ernesto got his, fired for driving on the sidewalk, that's good stuff. Everyone is in my way. I can't wait to move out of this place. when are the houses going to be ready?
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