Thank you my sweet sweet jackass, for living with us and playing us songs.

End of month, end of those things which are attached to this apartment. I tried to come up with a name for it a long time ago and here are the finalists:
1. Bucket o' white trash
2. Center of squalor
Fuck it, at least it's not a trailer.
I think I will be sad, though I am happy not to have my bed next to a refrigerator any longer. It's nice to know I won't have to drift to sleep knowing what needs to be cleaned out of it any more.
I had a good time here, no matter how much I bitched.
Goodbye tiny apartment that housed so many.
I will miss thee.