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.