Ballsacks
I’m unexpectedly looking for an apartment, and it’s pretty ball-sacky. You’d think that an extremely employed, extremely clean, extremely polite girl wouldn’t have a problem finding something that doesn’t have feces stains on the walls. You’d THINK that, wouldn’t you?
Once I select my new pad, I’ll give you the DL on the experience, but for now, I’ll just say that landlords mostly suck and appear to have a strangle-hold on the city. If they had their way, every apartment would be occupied by middle-aged hairless non-smoking albino women with no pets who cannot speak or hear. AND who adore living in feces stains.
Self-hating, dog-loving and cheese-eating in Toronto. 

