Our House in the Middle of Our Street

Woke up this morning to what i thought would be an annoyingly normal day. Working at 5 which tends to dominate my ENTIRE day somehow, so i figured...'I'd be productive!' Decided to clean out the corner of our backyard. If you've been here you may or may not have noticed the pile of half rotted towels and numerous empty washing powder/ liquid containers piled up near the bbq. Forever i just look at it thinking 'one day' and sigh and stare into the distance. that day was today. i tried to salvage what i could, throwing myself into my work with vigour, i threw out what was too rotten to save, found an old pair of sneakers and a cushion which looked turn of the century. sweet. going along great guns. loaded up the machine with what i wanted to wash and save..including our bath mat....go to turn on the machine and..NO POWER. ok..no biggy i'll just wait a few hours before i try again.

dum-dee-dum dum dahh....waiting..oooohh landlord is here to fix the powerpoint which ELECTROCUTED my house mate what, two weeks ago no?? sweet..looks like we are on the mend. 'look. not wanting to fix it up much as i will redo the whole house for my family soon'. WHOTTTTT????

As if to put the nail in the coffin, some woman just walked into my room asking the landlord if this was his office space while i was doing homework. She is walking around with swatches and folders muttering about skirting boards and period schemes right now...when will it end??

well take this landlord.....the roof is leaking in the lounge room. the power goes out when u turn the drier on. (and stays off for up to 3 days in parts of the house), the toilet is leaking. the oven doesn't work and the kitchen becomes a fishbowl when it rains as the door is rotted through on the bottom. need i continue??


so....its been fun....but i want out before we all have to leave together coz it is going to b a bitch trying to get my bond back otherwise......dram drama drama