why is there some sort of bagpipe music on repeat so loud the entire neighbourhood can hear it, including in my room?
Why are some people so childish and pathetic that they feel the need to mentally torture the people they go on a few dates with? If you don’t have the same end goals just let them go and be a grown up.
Why do people constantly feel the need to point out to me that I am wearing large heels. I dress myself. I know it’s a fucking miracle I can and I’m only 28!! But I do and I realize that I am wearing them and you don’t need to make the same LAME ASS comments each time I wear them. If they were uncomfortable why would I continue to wear them?
Seriously though… this bagpipe music? WTF is going on?
if anyone ever calls you a slut just say ‘and yet i still won’t fuck you’ and then blow them a kiss as you saunter away because that’s the closest they’re ever gonna get to your magnificence, o smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamaties
I was so happy when the landlady told me she was going to clean our carpets this week. Until I realized we had to be there and move our shit from room to room the entire time… also in typical apartment fashion this can occur any time between 9-5PM.
I told her to wait until after noon and I got someone to cover my second half of my shift from work so I can be there! I hope the boys will be home tomorrow to help too~
Thank god she doesn’t know we’re leaving ^^ I’m going to give her the letter after the carpet and everything is fixed up…
“I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and… I believe in miracles.”—Audrey Hepburn * Lipstick.com (via glamour)
I’m getting really annoyed with how much the prices seem to be going up. Used to be that it was a very very affordable site but these days almost every item is above $20 dollars so that by the time you get your toner, treatments and moisturizer you’re spending around $100 or more. Anyway it’s still great products but just frustrating. If they keep going up I really can’t afford to use them. As it is I’ve cut out a treatment that I would normally use [skin lightener/AHA] from my summer routine because I just couldn’t justify spending on that. Soon I’ll need to shell out $45 for the C15 Booster. I really notice a difference after using it, much more than I ever noticed with BH9. I’m just sad it’s $45 bucks [add in taxes from BC and it’s probably over $50, not to mention the $5 Canadian shipping fee ]. Luckily it seems to last a long time as I don’t use it everyday.
I ordered the Clear toner [they are calling it a treatment now but it’s basically a toner with an active ingredient], Clear acne treatment and my Serum. Actually I’ve been using the cheaper Skin Recovery serum vs my preferred Resist retinol serum because the price. Almost $40 dollars for the Resist serum now.
I always use sunscreen in the day but since the bottle they sell [they removed the liquid one I loved] now is huge and meant for the whole body it will last me forever.
The reason I’m using Clear products when I don’t really break out is because I noticed last summer that I was getting blackheads. I was getting blackheads… wtf!?!? I think it’s because it’s a more humid summer here and also I was on the beach almost every day after work. So dirt and sweat on top of me trying to use a moisturizing toner and the moisturizing lightening/AHA cream might have been more than I needed.
Anyway. I’m excited for my stuff to come in~ and I am hoping that this combo will transition me into summer with no blackheads.
“Fluff rice with a fork, never stir it with a spoon.
Vaseline is the best night time eye cream on the market.
You can buy alcohol and chips with your parents’ gas station credit cards.
If you force something, you’ll break it. That could be good or bad.
It’s important to read the care tags on your clothing and follow those instructions.
Related: don’t wash and dry j. crew wool sweaters.
Changing your car’s oil is not optional.
Whatever physical objects you acquire you will one day have to put into a box and move.
You’re allowed to disagree with negative feedback.
It’s always worth reading the instruction manual.
Nostalgia, like any drug, can be a poison or a remedy.
Pets are like human friends but better in every conceivable way.
Good doctors listen more than they talk.
You can’t fix a burned roux.
Just because someone is an authority figure does not mean they are intelligent/competent/right.
Measure twice, cut once.
Get your nice jeans and dress pants tailored by a professional.
If you’re uncomfortable wearing it you will not look good.
You’re not required to drink alcohol while in a bar.
There are a few things that cure all ills: the beach, your favorite album on vinyl, and fresh garlic.
Kindness is not weakness.
Baking soda is not baking powder.
Taking Excedrin P.M. while still in public is not advisable.
Terrible people will succeed. Wonderful people will fail. The world is not fair.
Appropriate footwear is always key.
You can absolutely be too forgiving.
Real humor punches up, not down.
Reading the assigned chapters will actually help you learn the material.
There are no adults. Everyone is as clueless as you are.
Applying eyeliner well is a timeless art.
You can always leave. Awkward dates, suffocating jobs, hometowns that you outgrow, relationships that aren’t growing in the right direction.
You can always come home again.
But it won’t be the same.
Life is too short for bad books, boring movies, shitty people, and margarine.
Never underestimate the importance of eyebrows.”—
My weekend was so fucking lovely. Sunday night I came home after my bike ride with a roast chicken and some yams to make mashed yams with. Mainly it was for Shunya when he got off work and my lunch as I wasn’t really hungry. I noticed that Shogo must have done the dishes before he went to work and left the sink full of.. dirt. Okay. Not really that surprising as he’s a dirty ass freak.
So I started peeling/cutting the yams and set them to boil. I then noticed that the water wasn’t really draining from the sink. No problem. I got the plunger from the washroom and tried to remedy the situation. I found two chopsticks jumping out from the drain as I plunged and thought: WTF Shogo. What goes on in your brain? Also now water seems to be coming back into the sink. There is also lettuce and so much dirt? Shogo doesn’t really cook and I haven’t made anything with lettuce in at least a week. It was fresh… WTF?
So I kept plungering away thinking: I CAN FIX THIS.
Finally I gave up because it wasn’t going away and I was just bringing up more and more dirt/grease and lettuce from the drain…
When I came back to check on the yams the water level had risen. WTF. So I called the after hours number for our building and let her know that it was rising so it was pretty urgent. She didn’t seem to care. I also wasn’t too concerned as it wasn’t rising fast and I thought now that I had given up plunging it would stop.
Then I settled back into my room to watch some Beverly Hills, 90210 when I can hear water rushing over the sink. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I rush out to the kitchen to see the dirt/grease/lettuce sewage smelling water pouring over the counters and onto the floor. GREAT! So I grab the pot from the yams [already mashed and put into containers for later consumption] and start bailing it to the toilet. Which is on the other side of the apartment down our carpeted hall. Naturally in my haste I’m spilling this water all down the carpet. Also I cannot bail it fast enough and it is spilling all over the floor. I’m fucking furious at this point.
I call the after hours line while running back and forth. Greasy dirt water is all over my freshly cleaned bathroom. I’m screaming at her that it is fucking urgent and someone needs to come ASAP.
Then the land lady calls. I have begun to cry and am kind of hysterical when she calls. I cannot be running back and forth in sewage water all fucking night COME FIX THIS SHIT. She keeps asking me how everything is: NOT FUCKING GOOD. what would you like me to say. GET OVER HERE AND FIX IT. Then she pulls out that it’s already almost 9 so it might be hard to get someone. WELL IF YOU DONT WANT THE CARPETS RUINED THEN YOU BETTER FIX IT. That seemed to light a fire under her ass. God forbid the unit get damaged right. Let’s not even talk about the lake on the kitchen linoleum. She calls more times. I express loudly that I cannot fucking talk and bail water and put my phone down.
In full panic mode I call my bf’s work. I know that because it was a stunningly beautiful day out it’s hoping fucking busy for him but I am worried no one will come and I will be bailing water all fucking night and I do not even own a mop I only have a swiffer! Because I live in a tiny apartment why would I want to mop the floors old school way!!?? I wouldn’t.
The idiot at his work is like “he’s busy” so I screamed at him that IT IS OBVIOUSLY A FUCKING EMERGENCY and I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t! WTF. So I hang up and am crying more because OH MY GOD it smells terrible and I vomit so easily from bad smells.
FINALLY she shows up but all she does is look at it now under half way and declare that it has stopped. NO IT HASN’T because in the time I answered the door it went up from near bottom to almost half. she just repeats that it’s over. Useless twat.
Why even come if you aren’t going to fix it. Are you a plumber? No. So fuck off. The only useful info she gave me was that it was not our fault [aka Shogo’s fault] because the unit across the hall was blocked up too [not spewing though] and because we are ground level we get the entire 20 floor buildings shit blocked up at ours. GREAT. At least I know it wasn’t Shogo cause that topped with him leaving the shower head on so when I went to wash my nasty sewage feet and got showered on made me want to skin him alive.
At long last the plumber came. I had long since given up bailing and was just letting it run over. I gave up when she told me it was “over”. Fuck you lady. You’re not wading through the stinkiest dirt/grease water on earth are you! SO NO ITS NOT OVER. So I left it. Shunya called. I asked that he could borrow a mop from Kintaro. I told him it was a lake in there and that I was hiding in my room until they fixed it. Around 10:30 or so they fixed it I guess. I got ready for bed while they did that and watched GoT.
Shunya came home with Shinya [the guy I screamed at] and Shogo. There was no water in the Kitchen. I am not sure if the plumber cleaned it because it was actually a lake in there and I didn’t touch it. Shunya was mad because they acted like it never happened since there was no water but you could see dirt/grease all over so obviously something happened. Also the carpet was wet. Asshats. Shunya then cleaned the floor/cupboards with a towel rag thing. What a fucking sweetheart! I kept telling him I would do it tomorrow but he just wanted it done. The smell was pretty fucking nasty so I’m really grateful he did it. Tonight I’ll need to re-clean the washroom [although I did wipe it down quickly last night].
Anyway. shitty cap to a wonderful weekend. I’m so grateful for Shunya who cleaned it even though he had just come off a busy long shift ~
I hope this never happens again. I really have zero tolerance for stinky smells. I threw up once just walking through a parking garage as the fumes got to be too much. I really don’t know how I managed to not vomit on the carpet like a lame cat.
“You wanna know what living life to the fullest actually is? It’s waking up on a Monday morning with no complaints. It’s knowing you always deserve to laugh. It’s doing what feels right no matter what. It’s doing what you want to, no matter how stupid you look. It’s about being yourself, ‘cause no one can tell you you’re doing it wrong.”—Unknown (via penn-ylane)
“Smile, even if it’s a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how to smile.”—(via psych-facts)
So true! When I first came to Van it was my mission to fake it until I made it. He’ll I was doing it before that with all the selfies. I look at those photos now and I can see how sad I was but I was smiling. Even if it was slight. It was like I was trying to make sure I still could.