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Happy birthday, fuck you. Love, your landlord

So my landlord was supposed to fix the furnace in my bathroom because right now, all I can do is wash up with ice cold water - we’re talking arctic, I look like the ice-carved version of Medusa after washing my hair, it’s so freakin cold. He says he’ll fix it on Saturday, Oct. 27th - my birthday. I think woohoo, cool birthday present, a nice hot shower! He has a key to my flat so I purposely spend all day out to return to what I hope will be the great result. And this is it:


My shower. The furnace should be here.


The wall in my bathroom. Well, what used to be a wall.


The wall in my hallway. Yes, hallway. Don’t ask me why they had to rip that open - all I needed was a new furnace!


This is inside my kitchen cupboard. No, the kitchen is not in the bathroom. And it’s not in the hallway, either. Go figure.

Ah, what a lovely way to spend my birthday.

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