Click.Click.Boom.

I think the world likes to see me struggle in life.  Otherwise, why would it continuously shit on me?  I do not think there has been a moment in my life that has been super easy.  And yes I know, what doesn't kill you now only makes you stronger.  But really....REALLY LIFE? Can I just have one day off from complete bullshit?

I'm not sure when all this bad luck started, but I'm thinking it was when the pipes got clogged and our bedroom flooded.  Woke up at 4 in the morning to Cam swearing up a storm.  That wasn't fun. And every time I tried to help she seemed to get even more pissed off. So I just sat in the other room.

And the fucked up part about that WHOLE situation was that the girl upstairs who stays here every now and then knew that it was flooding but didn't tell anyone.  She just ignored it.  She could have prevented the whole thing if she would have said something...or stopped the fucking washing machine.

I should have called the plumber right then and there.  Then I wouldn't of had to deal with minimal water use for a week.

And what really adds to the stress is that we basically got it all under controlled...our bedroom floors were dry and smelling good (because I put down some deodorizer which I happened to be allergic to..that was wonderful) and then someone thought it was a great idea to run the dishwasher at night.

It's like, dude. You serious?

YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T RUN WATER! WHY ARE YOU RUNNING THE FUCKING DISHWASHER? USE FUCKING PAPER PLATES!

Smh....

Well, at least today is my day off and the plumber is on their way. At least that's one stress being taken away. Until I see the bill. Oh god....

*Update*

$300 down the drain.  Literally.  They were nice enough to put their camera down the pipes for free and the pipes are slipping apart.  One of the "slips" is about 2 1/2 wide.  Which means it could cost around $8000 to fix.  Ball park estimates.  It costs so much because they would have to dig up the pipe and just fix the whole damn thing.  Ugh...well. Hopefully it won't clog up again. And if it does, lets hope I'm still not living here.

Come on tax season.  Give me my refund so I can start looking into getting a house. Renting of course, but still. Somewhere where I don't have to worry about these kinds of things.  Land lord can deal with this shit.  Because the next time this ever happens, it better be my own house.