house cleaning! before:
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and after:
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and i finally sucked it up to talk to my downstairs neighbor! she was nice! we chatted for a long time, and i left with the promise that i would be working on it and she would be communicating with me. apparently every time i walk through my apartment it sounds like bowling balls. it's a really hard situation; i was nearly evicted about a month ago, due most to her complaints, so i have to compromise even when i feel she is being a little demanding, ie. telling me to change my sleep schedule. after talking with her, i went upstairs and discovered strange clanging noises coming out of my leaking kitchen sink-- no quiet night for my neighbor! so that is really great. in an odd turn, my landlord answered her phone, was only moderately condescending and rude, and claims she will get a plumber out here. we will see. domestic life is is stressful, but i think one of the big things i have learned about in the last year is that having a nice home to come to is so important. since moving from seattle, i have lived about 8 different places in just over 2 years. my family's house has been sold, and i haven't felt at home anywhere since. i am finally starting to feel that warm feeling here, that little twinge like there's a chance cookies might be waiting in yer oven when you get in. so now all i need is a weird lady who makes me cookies and then hides in my tiny apartment. and a more compromising neighbor. and a decent landlord.
yeah. jesus christ i got 2 hours of sleep. ever been facefucked? like, really? it distracts one from leaking sinks. and it makes ones hair look like this:![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)
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and after:
![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)
![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)
and i finally sucked it up to talk to my downstairs neighbor! she was nice! we chatted for a long time, and i left with the promise that i would be working on it and she would be communicating with me. apparently every time i walk through my apartment it sounds like bowling balls. it's a really hard situation; i was nearly evicted about a month ago, due most to her complaints, so i have to compromise even when i feel she is being a little demanding, ie. telling me to change my sleep schedule. after talking with her, i went upstairs and discovered strange clanging noises coming out of my leaking kitchen sink-- no quiet night for my neighbor! so that is really great. in an odd turn, my landlord answered her phone, was only moderately condescending and rude, and claims she will get a plumber out here. we will see. domestic life is is stressful, but i think one of the big things i have learned about in the last year is that having a nice home to come to is so important. since moving from seattle, i have lived about 8 different places in just over 2 years. my family's house has been sold, and i haven't felt at home anywhere since. i am finally starting to feel that warm feeling here, that little twinge like there's a chance cookies might be waiting in yer oven when you get in. so now all i need is a weird lady who makes me cookies and then hides in my tiny apartment. and a more compromising neighbor. and a decent landlord.
yeah. jesus christ i got 2 hours of sleep. ever been facefucked? like, really? it distracts one from leaking sinks. and it makes ones hair look like this:
![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)