I am going to have a heart attack.

I am never renting a dwelling from anyone ever again.

My father said this to me: if you're not willing to be cut-throat and just a tad bit slimy, don't get into business. I'm just too nice for this shit (oh, he didn't say that last part, I said that to myself).

Great. Now I'm going to be wound up all night.

"And I need my anger not to control, and I want my anger to be me"