OK, I’ll start. Duh.
Fuck people man, fuck em. Seriously, fuck em sideways with a mangey pair of crotchless panties found on a beach after a Tom Jones concert attached to a moulding pineapple encrusted with tiny rusty pickaxes.
Forget everything I said in the last post. I am pissed. And no amount of zen motherfucker is going to get me over it until I spit this out somewhere, or break something, or possibly kick something adorable.
And I don’t want to have to clean up anything. Especially the sticky blood of something adorable so here we are.
Fuck people man. Fuck em. Really. I hate how people rate others time so poorly that they think nothing of making someone else wait around for them.
Exhibit motherfucking A, my friends.
This godforsaken fucked up window situation that we have had going on here at Chez Magnetobold since Jesus was considering his options in yr 8 woodworking class. Fuck me dead.
*loud earth shattering sigh*
Long story short, window has been leaking since before we moved in nearly 10 years ago, they patched it up with God knows what – but it was spongy – and painted over it and we kept telling them ‘dude that shit is no good, doesn’t worry us but the whole side of the house is gunna rot, your fucking call’
Finally the landlord decided on some shyster from Shady Town to come and do the work (after like a million quotes and dudes just turning up at all hours of the day and NIGHT) and we had to keep complaining on their behalf to get the fucker to come back and do the fucking job properly.
Which he still hasn’t. Bee. Tee. Dubs.
And that is not even my beef on this occasion! I know! I am so nice… Even thought the fucker made a horrendous mess and turned up at all hours and was a general prick.
No, what has got my knickers so far up my arse you can see them when I smile is I got a text that the bitch I despise most on the entire planet, who just happens to be the property manager at the real estate agency (we only deal with the owner of the real estate agency cause we are right fancy and fucking AWESOME, obviously) at SIX THIRTY PM last night saying she was coming around to take some photos of said shoddy job.
In the morning.
Because OF MOTHERFUCKING COURSE, I had just that very day decided to pull apart the kitchen and the Lady Room in a fit of THROW OUT ALL OF THE THINGS and MPS was in the middle of fumigating and decrapifying Boo’s room so the bitch was about to walk into a bomb site.
So I ran around like a crazy woman tidying up the kitchen and then got up super early to tidy up some more.
And cancelled all plans for the morning so said rude fucker could take her damn photos.
and really needed to go to the loo… But waited.
and went to the loo, terrified that she would let herself in if I didn’t get to the door quickly enough and maybe open the door to the bedroom where I haven’t made the bed because the washing baskets are on there because omg so fucking tired from all the extra cleaning #keepingitreal
and motherfucking waited.
and the bitch never turned up.
No call. No text. No fucking sorry for wasting your damn time.
I hate people that think so little of others that this is OK by them.
I hope she gets a screaming, burning case of the shits and runs out of toilet paper. In crowed public toilet. Bitch.
Has this ever happened to you? Not the toilet thing. The fucker making you wait cause they are a selfish arsehole thing.
Whine at me, my lovelies. Get it off your chest.