I want to move!
This used to be a pretty good place to live before Miranda moved out.
Now, it's filthy, and falling apart, and my roommate/landlord won't fix anything. The bathroom sink has been leaking into the cupboard since SEPTEMBER and it's disgustingly mouldy down there. His solution is to just put a bucket in there and forget about it until it overflows.
These days, he's opened up his own massage clinic and is using our house to do all the clinic's laundry. He does laundry ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Including right now, after 11pm. May I also mention that when our washing machine broke last year, he replaced it with this piece of junk he bought on Craigslist for $65? That thing is SO LOUD it is unbearable. When it's on it sounds like the world is coming to an end. The ENTIRE house shakes during the spin cycle. I can't study or sleep or do anything when it's running.
There's always nasty shit caked onto the counters because nobody is able to wipe them down when they cook for some reason. One of my roommates is never here anymore, and I don't blame her one bit. I think I've maybe seen her once this year. I'm jealous. I spend maybe have the week at Rhys' place, but damn!
I wish I had more money. I want to move out of this place so bad. And I know I graduate soon but things are not looking too promising for jobs, to say the least (more rants to come!). At the moment, I can't afford to replace my shoes (which have holes in the soles that I can see right through) or my boots (whose heels have sadly collapsed), or my computer mouse which is breaking, or my phone which is like 7 years old and totally embarassing. Even my underwear is all full of holes and none of my bras fit anymore since I've worn out the elastic. I need to go to the dentist, I haven't been in 3 years!...I just broke my French Press today too, which I rely on for coffee! Coffee is of the utmost importance!
Anyway, I'm getting kind of sick of being poor. Blah. Now that all my stuff is breaking down, I'm starting to really feel it...
Now, it's filthy, and falling apart, and my roommate/landlord won't fix anything. The bathroom sink has been leaking into the cupboard since SEPTEMBER and it's disgustingly mouldy down there. His solution is to just put a bucket in there and forget about it until it overflows.
These days, he's opened up his own massage clinic and is using our house to do all the clinic's laundry. He does laundry ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Including right now, after 11pm. May I also mention that when our washing machine broke last year, he replaced it with this piece of junk he bought on Craigslist for $65? That thing is SO LOUD it is unbearable. When it's on it sounds like the world is coming to an end. The ENTIRE house shakes during the spin cycle. I can't study or sleep or do anything when it's running.
There's always nasty shit caked onto the counters because nobody is able to wipe them down when they cook for some reason. One of my roommates is never here anymore, and I don't blame her one bit. I think I've maybe seen her once this year. I'm jealous. I spend maybe have the week at Rhys' place, but damn!
I wish I had more money. I want to move out of this place so bad. And I know I graduate soon but things are not looking too promising for jobs, to say the least (more rants to come!). At the moment, I can't afford to replace my shoes (which have holes in the soles that I can see right through) or my boots (whose heels have sadly collapsed), or my computer mouse which is breaking, or my phone which is like 7 years old and totally embarassing. Even my underwear is all full of holes and none of my bras fit anymore since I've worn out the elastic. I need to go to the dentist, I haven't been in 3 years!...I just broke my French Press today too, which I rely on for coffee! Coffee is of the utmost importance!
Anyway, I'm getting kind of sick of being poor. Blah. Now that all my stuff is breaking down, I'm starting to really feel it...