Anger... Rage!
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!
so here it is.. almost 3 am... and i was doing my dishes... all kinds of them.. messy fucking kitchen.. but tonight.. ah yes.. tonight was the night it was gonna be done!
clean kitchen..
but it seems that the fates are against me..
after only two loads.. the plug got stuck.
now this had happened a few times before... and we have a weird sink, with a low hole... very low.. so the only way to get it out is to use the claw of a hammer.. grip on to the knobby rig.. and haul up.
The knobby thingy broke off.
it's sealed fucking tight..
i empted the water through a cup-to-big bowl-to-toilet method...
dried out the sink.. tried everything.
it's in there.
what the fuck am i gonna do.
give up for the night/
yeah.. probably.. but it's not like me going to sleep to deal with it in the morning will fix it.. ti's stuck.
stuck bad.
fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
how can i fix it?
anyone have any ideas that doesnt' involve calling a plumber.. or getting into the pipes and pushing up on it..?
hahaha
fuck fuck fuck.
maybe i'll have to call the landlord tomorrow.
maybe he can fix this shit.
i'm mad.. mad as hell.
but at least i have smallville to take my mind off of it.. then bedtime..
i'm addicted to smallville..
before.. i thought the show was mad boring..
now .. now.. ugh.
now it's mad stupid.. but i like it.
hahaha
anyways.
i'm gonna use the bahtroom sink to clean the fryin' pan so i can cook some eggs for supper (3am supper.. ugh) then watch smallville.. head to bed... feel the warmth of my gorgeous girl. and read my book. go to sleep.
wake up.
bitch some more about the sink... this time to Eliese.. have her laugh at me... and tell me she doenst' know what to do...
then i'll end up trying to get a hold of the landlord.. but end up getting his voicemail...
i wont leave a message.. cause i hate leaving messages.
i'll hope that my shirts show up.. that would cheer me up about the sink..
but they won't.
and then i'll walk the dog.. get some dog food.
have a shower and whatnot.. and go to work agian for four hours.
come home.
still be mad about the sink
and try to enjoy the weekend.. hrm from what i know.. no plans.. no work.. well not on saturday.. yay! chill day!
i'll write again tomorrow..
lets see how accurate i am about the events of the day.
so here it is.. almost 3 am... and i was doing my dishes... all kinds of them.. messy fucking kitchen.. but tonight.. ah yes.. tonight was the night it was gonna be done!
clean kitchen..
but it seems that the fates are against me..
after only two loads.. the plug got stuck.
now this had happened a few times before... and we have a weird sink, with a low hole... very low.. so the only way to get it out is to use the claw of a hammer.. grip on to the knobby rig.. and haul up.
The knobby thingy broke off.
it's sealed fucking tight..
i empted the water through a cup-to-big bowl-to-toilet method...
dried out the sink.. tried everything.
it's in there.
what the fuck am i gonna do.
give up for the night/
yeah.. probably.. but it's not like me going to sleep to deal with it in the morning will fix it.. ti's stuck.
stuck bad.
fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
how can i fix it?
anyone have any ideas that doesnt' involve calling a plumber.. or getting into the pipes and pushing up on it..?
hahaha
fuck fuck fuck.
maybe i'll have to call the landlord tomorrow.
maybe he can fix this shit.
i'm mad.. mad as hell.
but at least i have smallville to take my mind off of it.. then bedtime..
i'm addicted to smallville..
before.. i thought the show was mad boring..
now .. now.. ugh.
now it's mad stupid.. but i like it.
hahaha
anyways.
i'm gonna use the bahtroom sink to clean the fryin' pan so i can cook some eggs for supper (3am supper.. ugh) then watch smallville.. head to bed... feel the warmth of my gorgeous girl. and read my book. go to sleep.
wake up.
bitch some more about the sink... this time to Eliese.. have her laugh at me... and tell me she doenst' know what to do...
then i'll end up trying to get a hold of the landlord.. but end up getting his voicemail...
i wont leave a message.. cause i hate leaving messages.
i'll hope that my shirts show up.. that would cheer me up about the sink..
but they won't.
and then i'll walk the dog.. get some dog food.
have a shower and whatnot.. and go to work agian for four hours.
come home.
still be mad about the sink
and try to enjoy the weekend.. hrm from what i know.. no plans.. no work.. well not on saturday.. yay! chill day!
i'll write again tomorrow..
lets see how accurate i am about the events of the day.