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2003-05-07
11:43 a.m.
Practicing procrastination. I have to go get my blood drawn. This was a weekly, if not bi-weekly thing for me not so long ago but now that I have gone nearly a month without being poked I feel queasy even thinking about it. I don�t want to go. This has been a strange week thus far. My car repair turned out to be expensive enough to challenge my carefree attitude about funds. Last night I came home to a bunch and I mean a lot of water leaking from my bathroom ceiling. All over my toilet and towels and select vintage bathroom accessories. This is the second time in the six months I have been in this apartment that the ceiling has leaked on my stuff. First it was rusty radiator crap water in my kitchen and now this. So I spazzed on the landlord people when they told me to clean it up and someone would be out to look at the ceiling when it was dry. Um, hello. Hi. I don�t give a flying newborn baby if it�s your fault or not � it is however, your fucking building. I pay to stay here. You pay to keep it a nice, rent-receiving place to live. I�m not crazy. They ended up calling back and saying that I could get out of my lease if I wanted to. They just love me. This is more than strange because I have been debating breaking the lease for the past two months. Is this a sign or just a frying pan over the head? I feel the headache of decision and impending needle poke coming on. huh? - 2004-01-15 resolutions - 2004-01-09 video reason - 2003-12-30 sik - 2003-12-06 voiceless - 2003-11-19
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