God Must Hate Me
Fucking hell, and here I was completely stoked about the storm. FM M-FIN' L
So, came home from work to find our bed nearly completely soaked on MY SIDE. Both futons have to air out and I lost a shit ton of my paper shit I had scattered about the table. I was lucky though, my sketch books and lap top survived. Could have been worse but it shouldn't have happened at all.
We knew the ceiling leaked a little. Last big rain brought with it a small spot just under the light on my side of the bed. This time? We have a huge fucking balloon of water and it was leaking in two different spots than last time. Granted, at least it's not leaking INTO the ceiling light like last time, but fucking hell I couldn't have saved our room from this if I wanted to.
So I spent a good hour throwing shit out and sifting through what I could salvage, folding over one futon and draping the soaked one over the banister. I laid out papers and posters and set up a small comfy spot for now. But we have no bed, one blanket (mine got soaked through) and a few pillows.
Right, that leak we knew about a few days ago? We've been trying to get ahold of the damn landlord but wouldn't ya know it, his phone number is disconnected. We can't reach him. And here I liked the guy. I'm about ready to rip his fucking head off now.
I just... am kind of laughing at the fact it was all of MY shit that I probably needed or at least wanted and it just so happened to be where I keep all of my PAPER shit. Of course, luckily my important documents are kept in a little file box elsewhere but damn... Worst gabe's stuff got was a few of his posters are a little wet at the corners from being stored under the futon. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm really glad his stuff is okay, and i'm really really happy that my lap top and sketch books are alright, but shit... doesn't this look like karma?
I don't know what the hell I did so I don't know what lesson this is supposed to serve as but... hell. This sucks.
Needless to say I want to go and get plastered at my friends party and crash there for the night. I just don't want to fucking look at anything right now.
So, came home from work to find our bed nearly completely soaked on MY SIDE. Both futons have to air out and I lost a shit ton of my paper shit I had scattered about the table. I was lucky though, my sketch books and lap top survived. Could have been worse but it shouldn't have happened at all.
We knew the ceiling leaked a little. Last big rain brought with it a small spot just under the light on my side of the bed. This time? We have a huge fucking balloon of water and it was leaking in two different spots than last time. Granted, at least it's not leaking INTO the ceiling light like last time, but fucking hell I couldn't have saved our room from this if I wanted to.
So I spent a good hour throwing shit out and sifting through what I could salvage, folding over one futon and draping the soaked one over the banister. I laid out papers and posters and set up a small comfy spot for now. But we have no bed, one blanket (mine got soaked through) and a few pillows.
Right, that leak we knew about a few days ago? We've been trying to get ahold of the damn landlord but wouldn't ya know it, his phone number is disconnected. We can't reach him. And here I liked the guy. I'm about ready to rip his fucking head off now.
I just... am kind of laughing at the fact it was all of MY shit that I probably needed or at least wanted and it just so happened to be where I keep all of my PAPER shit. Of course, luckily my important documents are kept in a little file box elsewhere but damn... Worst gabe's stuff got was a few of his posters are a little wet at the corners from being stored under the futon. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm really glad his stuff is okay, and i'm really really happy that my lap top and sketch books are alright, but shit... doesn't this look like karma?
I don't know what the hell I did so I don't know what lesson this is supposed to serve as but... hell. This sucks.
Needless to say I want to go and get plastered at my friends party and crash there for the night. I just don't want to fucking look at anything right now.