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hello again. what, two entries in one day ?! yeah, i'm bored.
so my apartment got flooded again. ahh, the many pleasures of living in a motherfucking basement. that's two times in one week! yay! this time i wasn't actually home but that doesn't mean i was any less frustrated. let me tell you exactly what happened. apparently, the pipes in this apartment are pure garbage. okay, so they called a plumber and some dumb jamaican fuck showed up. he went upstairs to the second floor and looked at the bathroom that's causing all of the issues. he then came down to see where it was leaking. it dripped a little and he quoted us at 1600 bucks, sans tax. so they collected his info for future reference and sent him on his way. minutes after he was gone torrential downpour came out of the ceiling. meanwhile, upstairs in the day care, water is coming up from the bathtub. my mom is frantically emptying the bathtub while jameson frantically mops the floor. my mom runs up to the second floor...the dumb son of a bitch had left the water in the tub and the sink running! so everybody's going crazy and my mom's coworker goes outside and the dickhead is sitting calmly in his car. when he sees how angry she is he proceeds to drive away. the motherfucker was sitting out there waiting for my mom to freak about the giant leak and call him back so he could come in like a hero and fix it. my mom was furious. she called 311 and the dept of consumer affairs but they both sucked balls. she then called the company, roto-rooter, by the way, and after she stated the problem the guy told her the phone was magically breaking up. she called back and was transferred to someone who never answered the phone. i am incredibly furious about this blatant lack of professionalism and i am going to file a complaint with some plumber's complaint company tomorrow during business hours. i also fully intend to call motherfucking roto-rooter again and tear them a new one. this shit is ridiculous. i had a million fucking electrical cords on the floor which could've easily started a fucking fire. not only that but all of my shit could've been destroyed! this is so uncool.
as a result of all of this chaos, i am in an insane mood. i'm like drugged up and hyper.
on a happier note, my scale says i've lost two pounds. this is after weeks of being stagnant, not going to meetings and then only stepping my game up this week. phew, i almost ruined it all! i got compliments from amanda today though and even jameson said i look smaller. and! earlier this week my coworker told me that the pants i've been wearing have gotten too baggy. whoo! these pants are already a size smaller than what i would normally buy! how exciting! i hope you look forward to me in a bikini next year. whoo! that's two "whoo"s in one paragraph.
oh, and a random note, the bronx is the borough to be in if you want to step in a pile of freshly chewed gum. in the several months that i have been there i have stepped in gum a total of five times. that is a ridiculous amount, i feel. this is not counting the tons of piles that i actually notice and step over. for real, someone needs to clean up the bronx. it is fucking hideous and disgusting.
oh shit! my chinese food is here! don't worry, it's only steamed chicken and broccoli! maybe i will be back soon for another update. don't soil yourself in excitement.
here's a quickie continuation! yesterday morning while i was half asleep and waiting for the elevator in jameson's building i felt a tug on my hair. i knew no one was there so i touched my hair...i felt something big and slimy. i started to beat myself on the head. when i calmed down i saw nothing big and slimy on the ground or in the air. what the fuck was it ?! i got on the elevator and left. then that night i shut off the light and tv and got into bed next to jameson. jameson had been asleep for over an hour. so i get into bed and barely had time to position myself when i felt, what distinctly felt like a finger, poke me in the chin. i open my eyes and there is nothing. the general consensus is that someone is trying to warn me of something. and my mom said that she saw a man cross the way in the backyard and then disappear. the backyard is heavily gated and can only be entered by unlocking the gate or jumping over it, neither of which he did. someone wants me dead, i'm sure of it. omg, i have terrified myself entirely. i'm gonna go ask more people what they think about it. hopefully, someone will tell me that i am crazy and nothing is wrong and it'll be the truth.
so my apartment got flooded again. ahh, the many pleasures of living in a motherfucking basement. that's two times in one week! yay! this time i wasn't actually home but that doesn't mean i was any less frustrated. let me tell you exactly what happened. apparently, the pipes in this apartment are pure garbage. okay, so they called a plumber and some dumb jamaican fuck showed up. he went upstairs to the second floor and looked at the bathroom that's causing all of the issues. he then came down to see where it was leaking. it dripped a little and he quoted us at 1600 bucks, sans tax. so they collected his info for future reference and sent him on his way. minutes after he was gone torrential downpour came out of the ceiling. meanwhile, upstairs in the day care, water is coming up from the bathtub. my mom is frantically emptying the bathtub while jameson frantically mops the floor. my mom runs up to the second floor...the dumb son of a bitch had left the water in the tub and the sink running! so everybody's going crazy and my mom's coworker goes outside and the dickhead is sitting calmly in his car. when he sees how angry she is he proceeds to drive away. the motherfucker was sitting out there waiting for my mom to freak about the giant leak and call him back so he could come in like a hero and fix it. my mom was furious. she called 311 and the dept of consumer affairs but they both sucked balls. she then called the company, roto-rooter, by the way, and after she stated the problem the guy told her the phone was magically breaking up. she called back and was transferred to someone who never answered the phone. i am incredibly furious about this blatant lack of professionalism and i am going to file a complaint with some plumber's complaint company tomorrow during business hours. i also fully intend to call motherfucking roto-rooter again and tear them a new one. this shit is ridiculous. i had a million fucking electrical cords on the floor which could've easily started a fucking fire. not only that but all of my shit could've been destroyed! this is so uncool.
as a result of all of this chaos, i am in an insane mood. i'm like drugged up and hyper.
on a happier note, my scale says i've lost two pounds. this is after weeks of being stagnant, not going to meetings and then only stepping my game up this week. phew, i almost ruined it all! i got compliments from amanda today though and even jameson said i look smaller. and! earlier this week my coworker told me that the pants i've been wearing have gotten too baggy. whoo! these pants are already a size smaller than what i would normally buy! how exciting! i hope you look forward to me in a bikini next year. whoo! that's two "whoo"s in one paragraph.
oh, and a random note, the bronx is the borough to be in if you want to step in a pile of freshly chewed gum. in the several months that i have been there i have stepped in gum a total of five times. that is a ridiculous amount, i feel. this is not counting the tons of piles that i actually notice and step over. for real, someone needs to clean up the bronx. it is fucking hideous and disgusting.
oh shit! my chinese food is here! don't worry, it's only steamed chicken and broccoli! maybe i will be back soon for another update. don't soil yourself in excitement.
here's a quickie continuation! yesterday morning while i was half asleep and waiting for the elevator in jameson's building i felt a tug on my hair. i knew no one was there so i touched my hair...i felt something big and slimy. i started to beat myself on the head. when i calmed down i saw nothing big and slimy on the ground or in the air. what the fuck was it ?! i got on the elevator and left. then that night i shut off the light and tv and got into bed next to jameson. jameson had been asleep for over an hour. so i get into bed and barely had time to position myself when i felt, what distinctly felt like a finger, poke me in the chin. i open my eyes and there is nothing. the general consensus is that someone is trying to warn me of something. and my mom said that she saw a man cross the way in the backyard and then disappear. the backyard is heavily gated and can only be entered by unlocking the gate or jumping over it, neither of which he did. someone wants me dead, i'm sure of it. omg, i have terrified myself entirely. i'm gonna go ask more people what they think about it. hopefully, someone will tell me that i am crazy and nothing is wrong and it'll be the truth.