jolly rancher | d2 cb

j o l e n e

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One man's white trash is another man's treasure. 

The air conditioning went out at the trailer park two weeks ago and we're still filling pools with our sweat, dude. This sucks hard ass, we live out in the middle of the hot ass desert and they haven't even bothered calling a repair man yet. What gives? I don't think I can do it, I might have to chop off the mullet just to survive. My dad might cry though, we've had matching cuts since I was in middle school. 

I blame him for my gender envy, they thought I was gonna be a boy so they stocked up on all baby-boy supplies. We're buck poor, right, always have been, so I guess they thought they'd start buying me girl clothes once I grew out of it. Little did they know, I wouldn't grow out of it at all. It's great because I just steal my dad's old dickies and he doesn't even notice. 

Anyways, life is great. I got chased down by two pitbulls yesterday because some asshole doesn't know to leash their mutts, and the sinkhole under the trailer is growing inch by inch each day. My parents don't care about much these days, they're pretty laid back so I tend to fix whatever breaks around the trailer. Sometimes a neighbor will pop in and offer a hand, my parents have lived in Camelot for a while so some of the folks around here look after them with me. 

Even got a new job to help support them. The sanitation department is hiring in droves with the new industry change, so I didn't even have to pass a drug test or anything, thank fucking god lol. I think my mom's stealing from my account though, I try to gaslight myself into thinking I just paid my rent early. 

I don't even pay rent. 

I know she's buying morphling again.