Jank life

I am terrified of our toaster oven. James, my boyfriend, found it on the side of the road somewhere on the way home from work. it ticks when it's toasting something and only turns off when you unplug it. I'm so scared it's going to explode on us and we don't have a fire extinguisher. In other news, i have friends over and we're enjoying the sunset while drinking beer and malibu rum and keeping the kittens from jumping into the bay. for 250 a month i think this is alright, but personally i think this is worth a mere 100. seriously when we got here it was filled with rust, water, boatfunk in general and a lot of heroin needles. did i mention holes? we still don't have stairs and we didn't have a door when we got here. we get raped by rats every night and i'm so glad the little boy cat will keep his balls so he can hunt for us. in other news, i wish i had a sink.

i'm on a boat!

i was originally going to call this post kittens, but that would not be in context with the title of this blog so i guess i should explain myself. i am a 22 year old ex-community college student who is dating a 25 year old and we are both libras with two kittens on a 24-footer that has a lot of holes which are covered up by plywood my stepdad put there for free and the neighbor kid is hunting a dead rat for the other neighbor's dog (she's 6) outside while it's finally not being 75 degrees out and i'm about to cook noodles for my boyfriend who got stabbed by the one loose nail on the dock they finally fixed because he got stabbed and then curl up with our new kittens on our bed under the bow of the boat and hopefully not be woken up by rats outside at 1 am again before i work a lousy 3-8 shift at a pet food store with my bitchy manager tomorrow. MADNESS?! THIS--IS--JANKBOAAAAAAAT!