|Jesse Delacroix (delacroix_) wrote,|
@ 2016-03-04 08:17:00
|Current mood:||pissed off|
Fuck. Fucking fuck. The house is a fucking disaster area. The kitchen windows have to be replaced, as well as one in the living room. I'm throwing out the lamp that tried to kill me, and the light bulbs all need to be replaced on the main floor. The XBox is a pile of scrap that I found in the backyard, and the microwave is pretty much just a pile of melted plastic.
I have 12 stitches in my face and cuts on my hands, and Isaiah has bruises all down one side. If I ever find out who's unleashing poltergeists on the city, I'm going to do something I'll quite likely regret in the morning.