Glargh!
Is it just me, or is it annoying to get an email from your ex-landlady that says "I've been super busy, but I'll try to get a check mailed to you today," in response to your email (after she didn't return your calls) asking when you might expect to see your (paltry) deposit check that was promised to be put in the mail the day you moved out, December 15? With the knowledge that you left the place better than you found it AND that they moved someone else in the DAY you moved out? Really. I mean, I can imagine how tough it must be to take a break from managing your home office to go out your front door and make that long, perilous walk to the mailbox and all, but come on, times are rough for everyone, and I ain't getting any less jobless any time soon by the looks of it. Cut a girl some slack, will ya?
Anyway. I'm all piss and vinegar today. Instead of griping any further, though, I think I'll go sand a few layers of old, flaked paint off my bedroom windows. That is actually not a figure of speech -- we're painting, and I'm in the next-to-next-to last step of prep work. I've been chipping away at it (Ha! Literally! Get it?) since Monday, and it's pretty much the only worthwhile thing I've done with my time all week. If I'm feeling particularly adventurous later, I may even make it to the grocery store!
Yes, I think I'm a little down today. Bother. I'm making myself listen to this song I absolutely hate in an attempt to like it at least a little. So far it's going okay, but I know that the horrible, horrible chorus is coming, and I'm a little...Oh god, there it goes. OKAY, THAT'S IT, I OFFICIALLY STILL CANNOT STAND THIS SONG. Brian Molko plus white-boy rap just DOES NOT do it for me. It's "Spite and Malice" by Placebo, in case anyone is wondering. Ugh, his whiny pronunciation of the word "win" is enough to make me hurl the stereo out the window. And I'm a Placebo fan. Except for this and their cover of "I Feel You," which might really be one of the worst covers ever done.
Okay, enough pissy LJ-entering, I'm off to sandin'.
Anyway. I'm all piss and vinegar today. Instead of griping any further, though, I think I'll go sand a few layers of old, flaked paint off my bedroom windows. That is actually not a figure of speech -- we're painting, and I'm in the next-to-next-to last step of prep work. I've been chipping away at it (Ha! Literally! Get it?) since Monday, and it's pretty much the only worthwhile thing I've done with my time all week. If I'm feeling particularly adventurous later, I may even make it to the grocery store!
Yes, I think I'm a little down today. Bother. I'm making myself listen to this song I absolutely hate in an attempt to like it at least a little. So far it's going okay, but I know that the horrible, horrible chorus is coming, and I'm a little...Oh god, there it goes. OKAY, THAT'S IT, I OFFICIALLY STILL CANNOT STAND THIS SONG. Brian Molko plus white-boy rap just DOES NOT do it for me. It's "Spite and Malice" by Placebo, in case anyone is wondering. Ugh, his whiny pronunciation of the word "win" is enough to make me hurl the stereo out the window. And I'm a Placebo fan. Except for this and their cover of "I Feel You," which might really be one of the worst covers ever done.
Okay, enough pissy LJ-entering, I'm off to sandin'.