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Kitti, the Unstoppable Hex Machine

...and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries...

photography, Kitti, art, me, kink
I wish.

The atmosphere in the building I until very recently called my home has now become so negative that it's (almost magnetically) forcing me away from the place. I am now no longer apathetic towards certain lying scummy housemates, I'm now completely sickened by the entire building.

I've tried sweeping the place, insence, meditation... the negative energy just keeps on flowing, and adds to the dark cloud we already had from the ghosts, my mania and John's stress.

I'm not sure I can go back there for a while, so I now have to work out the logistics of feeding myself, having a roof over my head, and being able to go at work (both in a presentable and prompt fashion). The cheapest thing to do would be to couch surf in Brighton, so I don't need to pay for travel but that will be incredibly stressful, and I can't afford to pay anyone for anything for another week. I'm in the process of asking various friends if they are needing any jobs doing in exchange for some couch, but I've not had any replies yet.

Stevie and Paul are both being ultimately amazing, but I'm not sure I can afford to travel either to Worthing or Eastbourne and back for work on a daily basis this close to my payday.


Ok. Emotional release over.
Now, calm the fuck down and use your brain.

This may take a while.