god has a sick sense of humor
September 12th 2007 22:06
It just isn't fuckin fair.
Yesterday, I woke up and looked around. My room is reputed to be the messiest in college, for good reason. Nothing in the cupboards, because of the fact that every single possession i have resides either on my desk or on my floor.
Anyway, I looked around, and suddenly just felt disgusted with the state my room was in. So, I spent hours cleaning it. Hours. It is completely unrecognizable now... it's halfway clean.
Anyway, I decided to pull my fridge out of my cupboard, clean it out (it was incredibly mouldy) and start using it again. Easy, just spray on some anti mould shit and then spray with a hose, right?
Wrong. 4 words: Level Five Water Restrictions.
So, what this meant was that I had to spray the anti mould stuff on, wait a while, and then rinse out the whole fridge with a facewasher and a bucket of water. It sucked.
Anyway, eventually I got it cleaned out and aired out, and carried it back up 2 flights of stairs and back to my room. I turned it on, and miraculously it worked, so i decided to stick a few cans of pepsi in for when I got back from work.
Fast forward about 12 hours. I haven't slept, because I was working from 1.30am till 6.30, then came back to my room to prepare for my exam. I get back, my fridge is still humming. Fuck yeah, the best still works.
And then I notice it. A small puddle around the bottom of the fridge door. Shit, ey? It leaked a little. I open the door of the fridge, to check how cold it is...
It is bedlam. There is shit EVERYWHERE, all over the inside of my fridge. The pepsi cans have exploded, and the inside of my fridge is a disaster. Just what I wanted to see after a hard shift at work.
Let's recap. I finally go through the effort of cleaning my room and my fridge, and how am I rewarded? I have to carry this heavy fucking fridge back downstairs, wait for all of the fucking pepsi to melt, and ithen clean the motherfucker out again.
I hate my life.
I don't really, I'm just tired and grumpy, and I have an exam in under 2 hours. I should be preparing for it right now.
In fact, that's what I'm going to go do. Right now. Catcha on the flip side, orble.
And a word of advice... don't clean. Ever. Cleaning only brings bad luck.
Yesterday, I woke up and looked around. My room is reputed to be the messiest in college, for good reason. Nothing in the cupboards, because of the fact that every single possession i have resides either on my desk or on my floor.
Anyway, I looked around, and suddenly just felt disgusted with the state my room was in. So, I spent hours cleaning it. Hours. It is completely unrecognizable now... it's halfway clean.
Anyway, I decided to pull my fridge out of my cupboard, clean it out (it was incredibly mouldy) and start using it again. Easy, just spray on some anti mould shit and then spray with a hose, right?
Wrong. 4 words: Level Five Water Restrictions.
So, what this meant was that I had to spray the anti mould stuff on, wait a while, and then rinse out the whole fridge with a facewasher and a bucket of water. It sucked.
Anyway, eventually I got it cleaned out and aired out, and carried it back up 2 flights of stairs and back to my room. I turned it on, and miraculously it worked, so i decided to stick a few cans of pepsi in for when I got back from work.
Fast forward about 12 hours. I haven't slept, because I was working from 1.30am till 6.30, then came back to my room to prepare for my exam. I get back, my fridge is still humming. Fuck yeah, the best still works.
And then I notice it. A small puddle around the bottom of the fridge door. Shit, ey? It leaked a little. I open the door of the fridge, to check how cold it is...
It is bedlam. There is shit EVERYWHERE, all over the inside of my fridge. The pepsi cans have exploded, and the inside of my fridge is a disaster. Just what I wanted to see after a hard shift at work.
Let's recap. I finally go through the effort of cleaning my room and my fridge, and how am I rewarded? I have to carry this heavy fucking fridge back downstairs, wait for all of the fucking pepsi to melt, and ithen clean the motherfucker out again.
I hate my life.
I don't really, I'm just tired and grumpy, and I have an exam in under 2 hours. I should be preparing for it right now.
In fact, that's what I'm going to go do. Right now. Catcha on the flip side, orble.
And a word of advice... don't clean. Ever. Cleaning only brings bad luck.
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