what the fuck?
last night, after scott told me an awesome story and I had a few glasses of wine i used the bathroom to relieve my bladder. as i squat my girliness in the bathroom, i stare into the shower, which is in the immidiate line of vision. the tiles around the faucet are busted through the drywall. i cannot use it right now. i am very sad. today is my day off. here was my list of things to do:
wash my hair: i know need to use either the death-trap shower stall or the wash basin
take a bath: i don't get to do this because there is a hole in the tiles around the faucet
have coffee with lisa: tomorrow
go shopping for work clothes: i don't want to stink while trying on clothes. so, either i take a french bath or only try on clothes at the goodwill (no oldnavy)
so, whoever did this, physically hurt themselves badly. i would hope you would come to matt or me about this soon because now three room mates don't have a place to shower or bathe. (other than the shitty shower stall downstairs which is too short for scott to use and I HATE DEATH TRAP SHOWER STALLS)
wash my hair: i know need to use either the death-trap shower stall or the wash basin
take a bath: i don't get to do this because there is a hole in the tiles around the faucet
have coffee with lisa: tomorrow
go shopping for work clothes: i don't want to stink while trying on clothes. so, either i take a french bath or only try on clothes at the goodwill (no oldnavy)
so, whoever did this, physically hurt themselves badly. i would hope you would come to matt or me about this soon because now three room mates don't have a place to shower or bathe. (other than the shitty shower stall downstairs which is too short for scott to use and I HATE DEATH TRAP SHOWER STALLS)