| | Subject: | *sigh* | | Time: | 01:52 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/thirsty.gif) thirsty |
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| I think yesterday at work was probably one of the most stressful days I've ever experienced. It was truly just one of "those days". Mostly due to the fact that two people were out sick and several people were on vacation. Which means my work/stress load pretty much increases exponentially for every person gone. There was a few moments where I was thiiiiiiis close to just walking out and going home. And I very nearly snapped during the moment where I was frantically trying to get all our orders shipped before the FedEx guy got there to pick them up, had three different phones simultaneously ringing (seriously), and two different people hovering over me waiting to ask me things they very easily could have figured out for themselves if they would have just LOOKED. *ugh* I'm seriously considering having a talk with Abby and saying, "look - I cannot be 7 different people at once. I just can't. We need do something." Then, as I was finally leaving to go home I thought I would be the nice person and volunteer to drop one more package off at the FedEx building since it's right on my way home, and when I got there there was of course a huuuuge line. And when I finally did get home, I took one look at the overflowing garbage, the dirty litter box, the cats' completely empty food and water dishes (all the while thinking of my perfectly capable roommate who was home all day and then out getting her hair done at the time) and just burst into tears because I was so exhausted and stressed and irritated. And I think seeing all that was just the cherry on the sundae. What a freaking day from the bowels of hell. I'm just effing sick and tired of EVERYTHING.
Okay I'm done bitching now....because it's stressing me out and pissing me off all over again, heh. And this is not the time of year that I want to be in a crappy mood!! I can't believe Christmas is less than a week away. Craziness. | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment   |
| ...well poop on THAT.
will hoge cancelled for tomorrow! i'm glad that i went to check the intersection's website to see what time doors were at and saw that he cancelled, otherwise i never would have known. ehhh that's ok. i would have liked to have seen him but it's not a huge deal. it kind of sucks though because this is the second time i was supposed to see him and neither time has worked out!
i'm still irritated; ps. i'm going to go eat lunch now. OOOOOH i have a cadbury egg for dessert! that makes me considerably happier. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | butch walker: uncomfortably numb | | Subject: | because i want to; | | Time: | 10:00 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/productive.gif) productive |
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| a little shameless plugging:
soooo...who wants to fly me to atlanta?! hehe...
and while i'm plugging....i'm going to plug for butch walker as well. jackie and i saw him when he opened for gavin in LA, and to be honest i thought he was completely annoying. i was like "dur...this guy needs some ritalin." but a few weeks ago, i decided to actually listen to his music (without the hoards of shrieking girls) and i REALLY like it. i'm addicted to this CD. SO GOOD. jackie...listen to some of his songs! you'll probably like them!
ok...i'm stepping down from my soapbox now. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | wango tango | | Subject: | damn straight | | Time: | 12:27 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/lazy.gif) lazy |
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| | The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick | 
You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.
Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!
Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite |
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| | Your Birthdate: September 28 | 
Your birth on the 28th day of the month (1 energy) adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your Life Path.
The number 1 energy suggest more executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated.
A birthday on the 28th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.
Unlike much of the other 1 energy, this birthday is one that endow with the ability to start a job and continue on until it is finished.
You may prefer to use the broad brush, but you can handle details as well.
You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed.
You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations. |
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| Ozone created by electric cars now killing millions in the seventh largest country in the world, Mexifornia, formerly known asCalifornia.
White minorities still trying to have English recognized as Mexifornia's third language.
Baby conceived naturally - - scientists stumped.
Couple petitions court to reinstate heterosexual marriage.
Iran still closed off; physicists estimate it will take at least 100 more years before radioactivity decreases to safe levels.
France pleads for global help after being taken over by Haiti.
Castro finally dies at age 112; Cuban cigars can now be imported legally, but President Chelsea Clinton has banned all smoking.
George Z. Bush says he will run for President in 2036.
Postal Service raises price of first class stamp to $17.89 and reduces mail delivery to Wednesdays only.
85-year, $75.8 billion study: Diet and Exercise is the key to weight loss.
Average weight of Americans drops to 250 lbs.
Japanese scientists have created a camera with such a fast shutter speed, they now can photograph a woman with her mouth shut.
Massachusetts executes last remaining conservative.
ACLU claims punishment of criminals violates their civil rights.
Average height of NBA players now nine feet, seven inches.
Congress authorizes direct deposit of formerly illegal political contributions to campaign accounts.
Capitol Hill intern indicted for refusing to have sex with congressman.
IRS sets lowest tax rate at 75 percent.
Florida voters still having trouble with voting machines. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | oldies | | Subject: | dreams | | Time: | 01:30 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/disappointed.gif) disappointed |
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| | i hate having dreams where i'm pregnant. i have them a lot (had one last night) and i never know who the father is, but i'm always super happy to be pregnant. then i wake up and i'm sad. and then to make matters WORSE, i also had a dream that involved me grabbing gavin's ass. i woke up and i was like "NOOO! DAMMNIT!" it was a double whammy night for dreams. damn horomones.... | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | *squeeee!* | | Time: | 10:43 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/ecstatic.gif) ecstatic |
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| SOOOOO excited. i was having a kind of poopy day on account of the fact that i haven't slept worth a shit all this week and i feel on the verge of collapsing, or passing out or something. then i discovered that gavin is coming to the state theater on november 1st!! and he's the headliner at this show which means he'll play for a good hour and a half, and i'll get to hear those awesome unreleased songs of his. woohoo!! if he does "let's get it on", i think i'll piss my pants. i may need to bring a change of underdraws. the only thing that sucks is i'll have to go by myself, but i'll live. and hopefully the security at the meet & greet won't be such douchebags (like they were at the summer smellebration) and actually let us take pics with him this time.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYA!!!!! | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| a pirate walks into a bar. the bartender says "excuse me captain, did you know you have a steering wheel sticking out of your pants?" the pirate says "arrrrgghh, it's driving me nuts!"
*ba-dum chhhhh* | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| particularly "gavin degraw madlibs"! check out these masterpieces....
Doorknob
by Gavin DeGraw and Bethany
Staring at a Poop
Leaning on the mother Scoop
I said to Bethany we all lost touch
Your favorite fruit is Quesedilla covered cherries
And seedless Cumquat
Nothing from the ground is good enough
Body Rise
Look what's over me
Oh Doorknob
Your golden Shoehorns
Are walking down
Upon this face
Oh Doorknob
I'm Farting out loud
To guide me
Give me your Wonderbra
Remember seeing moon's rebirth
Rains made Refrigerators of the earth
The sun was just Mother of pearl energy
There is a living Slimy Nose
Even over fields of Hoes
Seasons fill my mind
And Belch me
Bringing it back
More than a memory
You'll be my vacation away from this place
You know what I want
Holding that Thumbtack that's Humping over the sides
You make me want to spread my Elbows and Squat
I Don't Want to Be
by Gavin DeGraw and Bethany
I don't need to be anything other than a Garbage truck driver's son
I don't need to be anything other than a Mortician's son
I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two Donkeys in one
Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of Rubber biscuits and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round Thongs wondering what I've got to Squirt
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by Plungers everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by Oreo cookies everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by a Greasy Hotdog everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I can't be the only one who's learned
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of Rubber biscuits and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round Thongs wondering what I've got to Squirt
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
Can I have everyone's Homies please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to Thrust
I came from A Whore house, the crust of creation
My whole situation - made from Buttcheese to stone
And now I'm Rolling everybody
hmmm...i really think i should get together with gavin and have him seriously consider putting these on his next album. | | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | TGIF | | Time: | 04:39 pm | | Current Mood: | antsy |
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| [ ] I am bisexual
[ ] I am homosexual
[ ] I've run away from home
[X] I listen to controversial music.
[ ] I collect comic books.
[ ] I shut others out when I'm sad
[ ] I open up to others easily
[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world
[X] I watch the news
[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs
[ ] I own an ipod
[X] I own something from Hot Topic
[ ] I love Disney movies.
[ ] I am a sucker for emo girls
[ ] I don't kill bugs.
[X] I curse regularly.
[ ] I have "x"(s) in my screen name.
[X] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.
[ ] I love Spam
[X] I bake well
[X] I would wear pajamas to school.
[X] I own something from Abercrombie (just ONE thing...a jean jacket)
[X] I have a job
[ ] I love Martha Stewart.
[ ] I am in love with someone.
[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS
[X] I am self conscious at times.
[X] I like to laugh.
[ ] I smoke a pack a day.
[ ] I loved Go Ask Alice.
[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.
[ ] I can't swallow pills.
[ ] I have many scars
[X] I've been out of this country
[X] I believe in ghosts.
[X] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room
[X] I am really ticklish.
[X] I love chocolate.
[ ] I bite my nails when i'm nervous
[X] I am comfortable with being me.
[X] I play computer games/video games when I'm bored
[X] Gotten lost in the city (Detroit...at 1:00 in the morning...in the ghetto....yeah.)
[X] Seen a shooting star.
[ ] Had a serious Surgery.
[X]Gone out in public in your pajamas
[ ] Kissed a stranger.
[X] Hugged a stranger. (Gavin! Hehehe...)
[ ] Been in a fist fight with the same sex. (not a serious one)
[ ] Been arrested.
[X] Laughed and had milk/soda come out of your nose.
[ ] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator (i've always wanted too, though)
[ ] Made out in an elevator.
[ ] Swore at your parents. (I still feel bad swearing in front of my parents.)
[ ] Kicked a guy where it hurts.
[ ] Been skydiving.
[ ] Been bungee jumping.
[X] Broken a bone. (my tailbone)
[X] Played spin the bottle(or spin the cell phone)
[X] Gotten stitches
[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[X] Bitten someone.
[X] Been to Niagara Falls.
[X] Gotten the chicken pox.
[ ] Crashed into a car
[ ] Been to Africa
[X] in a taxi.
[ ] Been fired.
[X] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.
[X] Stole something.
[ ] Gone on a blind date.
[X] Had a crush on a teacher/coach.
[ ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
[X] Been to Europe.
[ ] Slept with a co-worker.
[ ] Been married
[ ] Gotten divorced.
[ ]Saw someone dying.
[X] Driven over 400 miles in one day. (NYC baby)
[X] Been to Canada.
[X] Been on a plane.
[X] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
[X] Thrown up in a bar. (well that's not ENTIRELY true. i threw up in a flower bed outside a bar in germany. to this day, that remains my all time shining moment.)
[ ] Eaten Sushi.
[ ] Been snowboarding.
[X] Been skiing.
[X] Been ice skating.
[X] Met someone in person from the internet.
[ ] Been to a motocross show.
[X] Going to or have gone to college.
[ ] Done hard drugs
[X] Taken painkillers.
[ ] Cheated on someone else | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i just liked this....
this is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are
overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend
hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and
their actions because it must be they that are doing something
wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first
date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a
comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've
heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand
that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested
in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry
and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because
somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe...
maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the
girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts
and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for
guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls
who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls
time and time again fake up and make up and f*** up the guys in
their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who
have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite
words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea,"
to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who
know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that
they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know
that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on.
For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been
greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit
invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is
for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the
sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing
Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose
crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn
from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is
still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls
who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have
tried to make someone understand through a subliminally
appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their
male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase
after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls
who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too
pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking
off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only
wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but
won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a
relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by
words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only
true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for
the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and
bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not
over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for
the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to
believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they
don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their
hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to
have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent
dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his
speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the
nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a
little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a
little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.
This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his
presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't
want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor
you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his
little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that
if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words,
or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize
what it was that he already had. This is for the night you
realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw
the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends"
comment after you read more into a situation than he ever
intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose
friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to
sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female
friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are
beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly
worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as
you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night
the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your
teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and
abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he
was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights
we've believed that something was better than nothing, though
his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for
the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have
learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't
think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned
for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine
that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who
berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and
don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else
than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that
they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested
and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and
beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in
their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep
them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of
these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting
and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were
you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if
you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in
her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl
fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and
attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps
material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or
would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of
the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you
and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would
you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak
with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or
club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl"
who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the
truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not
looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone
genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or
your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having
with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when
you can pretend to have a connection with another human being
which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during
it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when
you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go
undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that
girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't
answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl
in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we
might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're
all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning,
I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept
alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See
through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you
only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who
welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so
don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take
time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to
extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and
loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to
express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're
running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the
easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line
with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if
she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably
won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize
that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly
race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in
that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way
to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until
that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to
watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a
concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
By Jessica Leigh Griffith | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 10:27 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/contemplative.gif) contemplative |
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| i just realized that i have almost the exact same hair as johnny in jackie's userpic.
hmmm...i don't know how i feel about that... | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | i think i just got asked out. ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem. except for in this particular case. it was by a girl. yeah. i was walking back into my apartment and she was right in front of me. she was like "do you live down this hall?" and i said "yeah, i just moved in last weekend." and she says "oh, i just moved in a few weeks ago too, i haven't actually met any of my neighbors yet." so we introduced ourselves and just as i was about to duck into my apartment she goes "hey, do you like to party on the weekends?" i could tell what she was getting at so i was like "uhh....not really. i'm not all that much of a partier." and she goes, "well, i mean just have a few beers or something. maybe we could share a 6-pack sometime." and i'm like "uhh, yeah. we'll see..." thanks, but no thanks. sorry chick, i'm into sausage, not taco. if you get my drift. if she asks me again, i'm going to tell her i'm going to hang out with my boyfriend. shoot, maybe i'll even break out the big guns and say my fiance. i DO have a ring that i wear everyday that looks very much like it could be an engagement ring. i swear, i've always concurred i must have a sign on me that says "do not approach me unless you are over 40 or of middle-eastern descent." now apparently i can add "lesbian" to the mix. yipee. she seems like a nice enough girl, but i could just tell she didn't want to just "hang out." ICK. | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | gavin: chariot | | Time: | 10:28 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/hungry2.gif) hungry |
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| 20 years ago I... (1985)
1. lived in a trailer park
2. got attacked by a dog and had my first stitches in my head. that's also my earliest memory. i was 2 1/2 years old.
3. had almost black hair.
10 years ago I... (1995)
1. was totally into flannel shirts. they were AWESOME.
2. put up with repeated physical abuse from my best friend.
3. turned 13 and was SO excited to be an offical "teenager".
5 years ago I... (2000)
1. turned the much anticipated age: 18!
2. couldn't wait to graduate from highschool.
3. was accepted to michigan state university.
3 years ago I... (2002)
1. dropped out of college at MSU
2. started working at all-phase electric.
3. went through an extremely scary phase that i hope i never experience again.
1 year ago I... (2004)
1. took an awesome trip to europe.
2. moved into my first apartment.
3. started working full time.
So far this year I... (2005)
1. discovered what some of my friends really think of me.
2. traveled to arizona and california.
3. moved into a different apartment.
Yesterday I...
1. got my waterbed back.
2. went to the store to buy butter and tampons. what a combination.
3. swore i would never eat another hotdog again.
Today I...
1. changed the screensaver on my computer at work.
2. continued with my usual workday morning routine.
3. will do my laundry when i get home.
Tomorrow I will...
1. get groceries. (maybe)
2. think of something to buy my little brother for his birthday on the 19th.
3. do the same thing i do every other day.
In the next year I will...
1. hopefully travel back to europe.
2. buy new furniture.
3. hopefully have a new sister-in-law to be. if my brother doesn't propose in the next year, i'm going to kill him. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| WORD OF THE DAY:
BUBBER RINDERS
carry on... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| a waterbed matress, even one that is nearly completely empty, is eighteen kinds of heavy.
i finally got my bed drained last night, and when it was almost done i figured i could just drag it into the bathroom and empty the rest in the tub. BAD IDEA. it ended up being WAY heavier than i thought, and i couldn't heave it up over the bathtub. then to make matters worse, the damn plug came out and water started gushing alllll over the floor. the matress was all folded and bunched on itself so i couldn't find where the plug was at as the water was pouring everywhere. i finally found it and plugged it back up, but the bathroom floor was covered in about a half inch of water. luckily it's a tile floor so it didn't do too much damage, but it scared the shit out of me because i'm on the second floor and i knew i'd be screwed if the people downstairs started getting rained upon. since i have pretty much everything out of the old apartment, i didn't have any towels or anything to wipe it up. but i found an old comforter that i'm going to get rid of, so i used that to sop up the water. the good thing about it gushing everywhere, was that i could then get it into the tub and empty the rest out. it was a MESS, ya'll. i really hope i don't have to do that again for a looooong time. but i can't wait to get it into my new apartment. sleeping on that damn couch is killing me. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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uncomfortable![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/lethargic.gif){kind=small}
lethargic