I hate wind.
It's the worst weather. Worse than snow and rain and sun and fog. The worst. It causes nothing but problems.
So 9am on the roof in the rain reaffixing the tarpaulin to the leaky roof. Y'know the roof that no-one will come and fix apart from the creepy man who called me poor. The creepy man will do it only he's not allowed to because he is creepy.
More wind.
Cleaned two weeks of your shit out of the kitchen (again) and am pretty sure a lot of it is already back. Cooked dinner which was utter shit because the microwave busted in the middle of it. The discovered you had broken the washing machine (again) because you insist of sticking those fucking paper towel things in it. Y'know the ones that break it.
Walked your dog because we wouldn't want you to get dressed today would we?
Came back and fixed the washing machine. Nearly drowned in the amount of water in the kitchen but cleaned most of it up and made sure your clothes were properly washed and dried.
You then decide to complain that the floor is wet.
Had a bath, but only a shit bath because the man that put the bathroom in has done something unfathomable that means the bath leaks into the kitchen now. I like baths. I can't have nice baths. I could have nice baths before we got the bathroom all done. Now it looks ok but you can't use it.
It's now 6:12pm and the wind is blowing again.
Fuck my life. Nothing nice has happened today and this is pretty much the norm.
I look forward to being shouted at by idiots at work tomorrow and then coming home to my parents who tell me how shit I am.
Like I said fuck my life.
It's the worst weather. Worse than snow and rain and sun and fog. The worst. It causes nothing but problems.
So 9am on the roof in the rain reaffixing the tarpaulin to the leaky roof. Y'know the roof that no-one will come and fix apart from the creepy man who called me poor. The creepy man will do it only he's not allowed to because he is creepy.
More wind.
Cleaned two weeks of your shit out of the kitchen (again) and am pretty sure a lot of it is already back. Cooked dinner which was utter shit because the microwave busted in the middle of it. The discovered you had broken the washing machine (again) because you insist of sticking those fucking paper towel things in it. Y'know the ones that break it.
Walked your dog because we wouldn't want you to get dressed today would we?
Came back and fixed the washing machine. Nearly drowned in the amount of water in the kitchen but cleaned most of it up and made sure your clothes were properly washed and dried.
You then decide to complain that the floor is wet.
Had a bath, but only a shit bath because the man that put the bathroom in has done something unfathomable that means the bath leaks into the kitchen now. I like baths. I can't have nice baths. I could have nice baths before we got the bathroom all done. Now it looks ok but you can't use it.
It's now 6:12pm and the wind is blowing again.
Fuck my life. Nothing nice has happened today and this is pretty much the norm.
I look forward to being shouted at by idiots at work tomorrow and then coming home to my parents who tell me how shit I am.
Like I said fuck my life.
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