2001-04-13 :: 1:04 a.m.
This, of course, is not news. Whenever my slumlord decides to "fix" something or make "improvements," he hires some numbskull to do the job most halfassedly. Kyle was drunk, by the way, which I thought was funny. Oh God SLC Punk! is on again. Again. It's been on three HBO channels in the span of a week. Alright already. So, no water. No shower. I'm desperate. At this point, it's too late, but earlier I wanted a hot shower so bad that I left a message on RSE's machine which will probably raise eyebrows but I don't care, dude, I need a shower. It's been two days. My plan of attack is to shower at my mom's apartment after work tomorrow, before meeting at Johnson's for pre-RFTC drinks. I know I will be thinking about my shower all day tomorrow at work. This fucking sucks. That and I had a date today with a guy who listed all the anti-depressents he's been on and it took him ten whole minutes. I wanted to cry into my beer and be like, "Man, I think I need your Zoloft now." |