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dear everything that's gone wrong in the last week:

don't you think enough is enough? honestly, how am i still standing?

car trouble - check
leaky roof >> collapsed ceiling >> wet, dirty, plaster-covered clothes - check
at&t order totally screwed up, resulting in 50$ worth of extra charges - check
paycheck officially eight days late - check
six phone calls in a two hour period while i was sleeping today - check
people at internship acting like i'm a slacker who doesn't care - check
continuing snow >> inevitable delay in repairs >> continuing leaky roof - check
at&t order taking several extra days due to snow, thus STILL no internet - check
i hate you.

love,
lindsay

my beautiful, enormous walk in closet is no longer covered in an inch of water - now it's tarped off and there is a 5 gallon bucket in the middle catching the single stream (rather than the nine that were in various places last night). my carpet is soaked. all of my clothes are soaked. the back half of my apartment smells like rotting wood and rotting leaves and stagnant water. i had to throw out, ruined and soaking wet, the collection of every typography and graphic design magazine i've bought for the last 6 years (we're talking, hundreds of dollars worth of magazines). my punching bag stand has been wet for days, i can't move it, and it's probably going to start rusting. i've been sleeping on the couch because it's so cold in my bedroom. i can't leave the house for more than three hours at a time, because that's how long it takes to fill the five gallon bucket.

yes, i'm feeling very sorry for myself. i've been living in this apartment for exactly two weeks now. two fucking weeks. but hey, you should have been around thursday - i made premenstrual HISTORY with the fiasco that was my hormones on thursday.

dear everything else that's planning on going wrong:

i will cut you so bad you will wish i didn't cut you so bad.

no love,
lindsay