- the radiator, three times to be exact, which leaks water all over the floor of my living room/dining area/entry area (they're pretty much all one and the same)
- the bathtub, which no longer drains properly. After 20 minutes of plunging this morning I was left with a 1/2 inch of water plus all sorts of gross shit floating in it in the tub. Washed my hair in the sink.
- the kitchen sink, which provides me with a nice background of drip drop plip plop leaky faucet.
I am sick and tired of this piece of crap apartment and the landlords who do not know how to fix shit. Two visits ago, the maintenance guy said he didn't know much about radiator heat so couldn't fix the leak in mine. On the last visit he said he'd be there at 9AM. 9:30 rolled around, I had to leave, had told him I might be gone. He showed up sometime later that day I assume, only he COULDN'T GET IN though he assured me he had a key to do just that in the instance that I was not there.
Moving next weekend. Thank goodness.
At least spring is almost here. If you consider 16 degree weather almost spring. I found the perfect dress for warm weather. This week peas are available in my Farm Fresh Delivery. I can smell warm weather, horseback riding, and camping. Oh and golf. But oddly enough I am not dreading golf season. I don't mind when Adam turns on the golf channel on Sunday mornings. I actually watch. What's happening to me?!
And then all was ok in the world because there were doughnuts in the break room. I scarfed down a custard-filled chocolate frosted one in about 1 minute. It's going straight to my cellulite-y booty and thighs.