my bathroom
I have a tendency to only write in this journal on days that I'm annoyed and frustrated with the world.
This is one of those days.
Me and Jason just moved into what we originally thought was an apartment "made" for us - it's not. In a nutshell, it's nasty. And the nastiness was well hidden in our pre-lease tour of the place. We spent the first week cleaning - or more so: disinfecting. It has finally started to look like a post cold war building and I'm pretty content - minus the fact that we've been unable to have a shower here since we moved in. First - there was no oil in our hot water tank and that's something me and Jason couldn't possibly know less about. (Thanks alot hurricane fucking catrina) But the big thing is that the walls are caving in in there. I mean rotten, moldy, filthy walls are actually collapsing beneath the 48lbs of FUNGUS growing on them. Yesterday, in haste, I took a screwdriver and started ripping holes in the drywall which actually has turned to mud from a leak upstairs. The 2X4's have been reduced to sawdust, and that is only after you rip off old tiles and 27 layers of paint, all rotten.
In retrospect, my little psycho episode probably wasn't that smart, because our landlord came in today and attempted to fix the clusterfucked shower. Everything but my holes. Unfortunately for him I'm the most stubborn girl in the world, and won't rest until my shower looks atleast a little bit like something you could run water into. I don't think I'm asking for much, just to be able to WASH MYSELF.
PS: Just in case people are wondering, me and Jason have been showering at Adam & Angie's - we're not completely gross.
PSS: School is HORRIBLE
This is one of those days.
Me and Jason just moved into what we originally thought was an apartment "made" for us - it's not. In a nutshell, it's nasty. And the nastiness was well hidden in our pre-lease tour of the place. We spent the first week cleaning - or more so: disinfecting. It has finally started to look like a post cold war building and I'm pretty content - minus the fact that we've been unable to have a shower here since we moved in. First - there was no oil in our hot water tank and that's something me and Jason couldn't possibly know less about. (Thanks alot hurricane fucking catrina) But the big thing is that the walls are caving in in there. I mean rotten, moldy, filthy walls are actually collapsing beneath the 48lbs of FUNGUS growing on them. Yesterday, in haste, I took a screwdriver and started ripping holes in the drywall which actually has turned to mud from a leak upstairs. The 2X4's have been reduced to sawdust, and that is only after you rip off old tiles and 27 layers of paint, all rotten.
In retrospect, my little psycho episode probably wasn't that smart, because our landlord came in today and attempted to fix the clusterfucked shower. Everything but my holes. Unfortunately for him I'm the most stubborn girl in the world, and won't rest until my shower looks atleast a little bit like something you could run water into. I don't think I'm asking for much, just to be able to WASH MYSELF.
PS: Just in case people are wondering, me and Jason have been showering at Adam & Angie's - we're not completely gross.
PSS: School is HORRIBLE