so yeah someone, might have been that sweetheart babe Jessica (she knows who she is) dared me to post a picture of our kitchen so far....

So yeah, this is it. :D uh nope we didnt get hit by a tornado.... we just havent unpacked yet. =P

Still a lotta work to do but the old house is almost empty now... and i guess its all for the best, sometimes a house just doesnt want you there, you know? Houses have souls... dont ever think they dont. They are alive with souls of the dead and gone. They are alive when you live in one and they can either make your life joyous of a living hell.

we just happened to get the latter... it started with our lovely cat Myst dying suddenly of cancer... then we lost work... then we lost money... then COVID... then that fart-bag Trump (god i fucking hate that guy so much... for everything he did to all of us...) its like life just got worse and worse, like we were living in a pure sci-fi or post-apoc anime, or dystopian novel...

WTF, God? what did you have against so many people? And Leilani and I are sweethearts... WTF would you pick on us of all people? you want to do some good in this fucking world, give Trump a brain embolism or something.

Well anyway, this is our kitchen. We did the stupid and just packed and stuffed boxes all we could... now unpacking is hell because we didnt mark a damned thing. =P

Oh well..... this too shall pass, right ladies and gents?

Take care of your houses, friends. They love you if you let them... or they will fucking kill you.