sooo, the toilet in our apartment hasn't been properly flushing.
we'd have to flush the fucker at least four times for most of anything to go down. WELL, yesterday i had to poop before i left for work. cody (my boyfriend) was downstairs rolling cigarettes. i flushed once, nothing went down. gave the toilet enough time before i decided it might be a good idea to flush a second time. was i fucking wrong. it was like a scene from a horror flick. all of it, the shit, paper, water started gushing out of the bowl right on to my feet all over the floor. i was screaming like a little bitch, but wouldn't you? cody ran upstairs and tried to save me. poor thing mopped up all the shit and water while i left for work. needless to say, it was the most eventful part of my day. someone is supposed to come today to fix it. i hope they hurry because i kinda need to shit again.
okay. i really need to start on my field experience. summer semester began june 4th. it's kinda lucky that i can do this through my job. but i also need to complete twenty hours at the caring kitchen (homeless shelter) here in town. on top of completing hours, i also need to compose a journal for every day i've worked. haven't done that yet. i'm also working on an independent study as well. it's due july 27th, same as the field experience. i need to pick a topic and write a three to five page paper. i guess that isn't too bad. my field experience needs to be roughly ten to fifteen pages. fuckfuckfuck. i have a meeting with my advisor this coming tuesday. there are so many things i'm confused about so maybe this meeting will clear all that up.
and today is payday! i shouldn't be so excited considering cody and i are behind on bills. he gets paid tuesday but with our paychecks combined, we'll be able to sort all that out. here's the shitty part: we have a roommate who can't afford to pay his end of the rent this month. let me tell you about this motherfucker. his name is brad. he's a ginger. he's over 300 pounds. before our toilet problems, he would refuse to flush his SHIT and leave it for me to fucking deal with in the morning or whenever the fuck he got out of the bathroom. he showers once a week. he's lived here for seven months and there is a fucking permanent smell here that i can't get rid of no matter how much shit i spray or clean or scrub. when he cooks, he never cleans up nor does he wash his own dishes. he's already ruined my favorite set of oven mitts and the pot we use to cook noodles in. he's rude, and disgusting, and i fucking HATE HIM. i know i can legally get him out of here whenever i please but he's grandpa died last december and he led cody and i to believe that he would be homeless. worst decision of my life. he was my friend before he was cody's but now brad and i cannot stand each other. ugh. i just want him to get out. and i'm much too passive to tell him when this shit bothers me. he also causes tension between cody and myself. not good at all. where was i going with this? oh, yeah. he can't afford to pay rent. cody suggested that i cover his half. ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME??!?!?! i am not his mother, i am not his accountant, nor am i his personal bank. i don't owe him that. and i'm not going to do it. just won't. cody will probably be mad and tell me that it's fucked up that i won't help him out, but brad is just a fucking parasite to me and will forever be that way to me.
i really want to call off work today.
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