There is broken glass scattered across my entire apartment. Sinks, Kitchen Floor, Bathroom Floor, Outside..everywhere. Remnants of beer bottles, shot glasses, light bulbs, wine glasses, toaster ovens, whatever breaks.
The bathroom sink is eternally clogged from multiple people vomiting into it, and I'm sure for various other reasons as well. Along with this morning, it decided to stop secreting water from it's wonderful faucet, until I punched it 3 times. Now it just doesn't want to give much pressure.
There's a fist sized hole, and a foot sized hole in one of the rooms.
There's black mold in my shower.
I have hobo spiders.
I love my apartment, all of the stories, memories, and realities of it.
:Edit:
Lux Interior (Singer from the Cramps) Died.
Jesus fuck. Heartbreaking. "Got 96 tears in 96 eyes"
The bathroom sink is eternally clogged from multiple people vomiting into it, and I'm sure for various other reasons as well. Along with this morning, it decided to stop secreting water from it's wonderful faucet, until I punched it 3 times. Now it just doesn't want to give much pressure.
There's a fist sized hole, and a foot sized hole in one of the rooms.
There's black mold in my shower.
I have hobo spiders.
I love my apartment, all of the stories, memories, and realities of it.
:Edit:
Lux Interior (Singer from the Cramps) Died.
Jesus fuck. Heartbreaking. "Got 96 tears in 96 eyes"
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vidalia:
fuck your couch.
serotonin:
Lux Interior! I know! God, I was so sad this morning. Last time I had the opportunity to see The Cramps, I didn't go because my boyfriend at the time was being moody and wouldn't go with me. God. I am so bitter now. I missed such an amazing show.