My living situation becomes more and more Dickensian by the minute. . . I was late to class today because of a mouse. A MOUSE! Now, those of you who've been around for a whole know that I've had mouse problems for quite a while now, but this took the cake.
Also, I can't use the sink or dishwasher in my kitchen because of busted pipes. Any time we run the water, it ends up on the basement floor.
And the leaking roof has exapanded the hole in the kitchen ceiling to approximately 2'X1'. There's plaster all over the floor.
My landlord/roommate's solution to the mice? Ignore it and continue leaving the side door open, letting more mice get in. For the busted pipes? Shop'N'Save (or whatever ghetto-ass brand he can find at the dollar store) drain cleaner. I don't know how the hell that's going to reconnect the pipes. To the roof? Make up excuses and pretend he's fixing it by putting a tarp in the attic. To the hole in the ceiling? A bucket on the floor.
Y'all.
I have had bronchitis since mid-December. I woke up Monday with a sinus infection that rivals the annual snot production of the world's kindergartners. I'm never this sick. Besides living in a moldy, leaky, rodent-infested house with no insulation or storm windows, little heat, and bad plumbing, I live a very healthy lifestyle.
In other news, grampa hates the nursing home. He gets the results of his biopsy and finds out if he's a candidate for kyfoplasty next week. He's really upset about his brother. Man. . .
My life other than the housing issues? Eh. I've been really lonely. That's what happens when you find out that no one in your family knows anything about you or cares and that your friends are so used to you being too busy to do anything that they just stop calling or inviting you to do stuff and the guy you're dating is so wrapped up in his own problems that the day he told you would be your chance to talk out your pain turns into his day to talk about his work and financial problems. I don't begrudge anybody any of this. I've never been close to my family and I live "far away", my friends got used to me working all the time because I work all the time, and my date has a lot on his mind because of the shit at work (and rightfully so). I just need the feeling of belonging somewhere.
I'm going to be late to another class because I'm bitching about my problems.
Ever had mice?
Know a plumber?
Or a roofer?
Wanna come give me a hug?
Also, I can't use the sink or dishwasher in my kitchen because of busted pipes. Any time we run the water, it ends up on the basement floor.
And the leaking roof has exapanded the hole in the kitchen ceiling to approximately 2'X1'. There's plaster all over the floor.
My landlord/roommate's solution to the mice? Ignore it and continue leaving the side door open, letting more mice get in. For the busted pipes? Shop'N'Save (or whatever ghetto-ass brand he can find at the dollar store) drain cleaner. I don't know how the hell that's going to reconnect the pipes. To the roof? Make up excuses and pretend he's fixing it by putting a tarp in the attic. To the hole in the ceiling? A bucket on the floor.
Y'all.
I have had bronchitis since mid-December. I woke up Monday with a sinus infection that rivals the annual snot production of the world's kindergartners. I'm never this sick. Besides living in a moldy, leaky, rodent-infested house with no insulation or storm windows, little heat, and bad plumbing, I live a very healthy lifestyle.
In other news, grampa hates the nursing home. He gets the results of his biopsy and finds out if he's a candidate for kyfoplasty next week. He's really upset about his brother. Man. . .
My life other than the housing issues? Eh. I've been really lonely. That's what happens when you find out that no one in your family knows anything about you or cares and that your friends are so used to you being too busy to do anything that they just stop calling or inviting you to do stuff and the guy you're dating is so wrapped up in his own problems that the day he told you would be your chance to talk out your pain turns into his day to talk about his work and financial problems. I don't begrudge anybody any of this. I've never been close to my family and I live "far away", my friends got used to me working all the time because I work all the time, and my date has a lot on his mind because of the shit at work (and rightfully so). I just need the feeling of belonging somewhere.
I'm going to be late to another class because I'm bitching about my problems.
Ever had mice?
Know a plumber?
Or a roofer?
Wanna come give me a hug?
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Fedex you a hug!
Ahahahahahahaha!
Oh, and a cat is the best cure for mice and the only one I'm ever really comfortable with.