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[tanaise]

OKay, I'm in a bad mood, but I'm so tired of this apartment. Everything is broken, and Chris has no money, so what the heck am I supposed to do? I'd pretty much gotten used to things not working, but now Helen's here and it's so freaking apparent how much my life sucks. The halogen light burnt out, and it should just be a bulb, so I probably just need a new light bulb, but the last time Chris had to put it in, because for whatever reason, my mechanical ability totally deserted me with that one. Two light bulbs died in the hallway, the closet door still isn't fixed, and both vacuum cleaners are broken. one works slightly at least, but of course, it's the big one, so I have a huge thing that does nothing sitting in the living room--in my space. I don't have that much space. And I hate having to give some of it up for stupid broken things. Oh, and the stove burner has now been burnt out for a year and a half. Actually, by now it's been 21 months. I hate this! I hate living like this. I lived like this the whole time I was growing up, but at least then I had a bedroom nearly the size of the living room here. And a door. oh, god, I *loved* my room at Clarion. I *adored* it. It had a door. It had storage space all over the place. And most importantly, it wasn't broken. I didn't have to figure out ways to make things work. I didn't have to figure out if it was worth fixing the vacuum cleaner, or getting a newer, smaller one. Or what to do about the whole closet issue. Damnit, this is not something I wanted to deal with now, but at the same time, I hate Chris for making this something issue exist. I need a hug. I need a whole fleet of hugs. I need a whole fleet of hugs and an extra couple hundred square feet of space. Heck, even just an extra 150 or so would be more than enough.

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Juan comforts.

[juanfandango.livejournal.com]

Juan Fandango bless you weeth hees comforteeng hugs! When you are blessed by Fandango, you no get one hug. You no get one hunnerd-fifty hugs. You no get even a fleet of Cadeellac hugs.

You get a Fandangohug, wheech ees more than ten meellion zeelion treellion hugs of the normal kind!

[piratejenny.livejournal.com]

Isn't the super or someone supposed to fix things like broken stove burners and non-working closet doors? Or is it virtually impossible to get anything fixed by management there?

[d2leddy.livejournal.com]

Celia, you wanna come to my place and hide for a weekend? You can come over while I'm at Nick's and have the whole place to yourself. It's clean these days. I'll leave food. Even wash the sheets and make the bed.

[tanaise.livejournal.com]

No, it's not that bad, I'm just very grumpy, and sick, which makes me grumpier than usual. And I've got PMS, so I'm even more grumpy. There are people who owe their continued exsistence only to the fact that they are not close enough for me to kill.

[d2leddy.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should stay at my place. Safer for everyone. Let me know and I'll tell you where I'll hide the keys.