love and being treated like a verb

…turns out his house mate had lifted that night and the shoes were his house mate’s chikidi. So that is a definate sigh of relief my sides.

Asked for a salary increment at work, they wouldn’t budge, so I quit.

Guess it’s time for me to decide what it is I want to do. I’ll chill out for a bit.

Till next time, easy does it.

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3 thoughts on “love and being treated like a verb

  1. What? You quit? What will I listen to now?

    (Yes, let me make this about me)

    Okay, seriously, don’t settle for less than what you deserve.

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