Condo Life

what's with today? everythings crappy, i cant even find some peace-place anywhere...

first i woke up with thirteen fucking mosquito bites all around my arms and feet. i planned to bombard those pesky critters with baygon-my-hero, only to find out that there's no more baygon in the can. so they're still buzzing round the unit like tiny vampiric electrodes, and they're driving me insane! anyhows, just so you know, im really very anti-mosquitoes... if i had the chance to be a biological diety, i would have decreed all mosquitoes extinct. damn them. coz whenever they bite, the bite will eventually turn into a wound, and it bothers me that their saliva is running on my bloodstream. damn.

so i just busied myself with the laundry (i dont do the laundry, i just arrange them in a plastic so it would be easy for ate lida/laundromatperson to fetch it and get it washed), man, i should get a schedule for the laundry. maybe once a week. every weekend. coz if you dont get them fetched for like weeks, they'd, uh, start smelling really weird. it's like sweat with a tinge of raflessia essence, and uh, athlete's foot. iw.

i opened my closet and voila, a-mess. more hours doing closet.

then i stumbled upon the rice cooker, which, for a certain play of fate, played upon my curiosity. i later found out that mum forgot to clean the rice cooker, so the contents inside (rice) had turned into...

A ROLLING MASS OF ORANGE FLUFFY MOLDY FUNGI!!

yuck...

i cant even tell where the rice is. it just became an orange blob, with a sort of powdery middle. and the stench! o my god. it's fatal. but i wont even sweat cleaning that monstrosity of a blrrrrshrhuulk... who would want to get their fingers into that "living" mass of glob, especially if you have paltos all over your hands? there's no way putting those fingers into the rice cooker to purge it from the icky fungi. no, uhn-uhn.

and for the third time now, i swept the floor because it never appeared as dusty as it is moments ago. the dust just kept on sprouting. they never disappear!

uff.

see guys, it's really not that easy living alone in a condo. you have to do the chores and all that, when at home, you can just relax, feel the fat accumulate in your joints, chill, whatever. living independently doesn't just mean independence and freedom, it also means cleaning the floor, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, and keeping ORANGE GLOB CREATURES FROM GROWING IN YOUR APPLIANCES!!!

waaaah! ROAR! i need domestic aid... huhu.

that's just the domestic side of my living here in QC. i still have to think about my acads, and my orgs, and the other thigns that happen in school. that's why people living with their parents have no reasons to whine about acads or orgs because they basically have nothing else to think about but that.

bitter. well. as tin said, at some point on the way, i made a choice. so i have to live by it.

-i feel feverish, but who cares-