just say no to susan
Immediately after Giving Susan the Snub —
Eight lightbulbs blew, the toilet broke, I cut my foot on glass, one of my tooth re-surface enamels came off, [fuck, I am so putting off calling the dentist], the printer started malfunctioning — hell electronics all the hell over the loft blew — the nefarious bug Ginormo returned, AND my face broke out BUT —
My thumb — which has been an ongoing self repeating injury for over a freaking year — started to heal, my [um guys cover your eyes, okay never mind that one I will skip but it is a good thing], unexpected cash showed out of the blue, we attached a director to the script, cute guys who on purpose volunteer to quiet down if you stick your head out into the hall moved in down the hall, domestic violence neighbor guy stopped making noise, so did faux record recording guy, bad “let’s break things jack off and beat up fags” upstairs neighbor guy just got laid — which if you have to hear him up there on a regular basis is hella more entertaining than listening to him and/or his taser friends — AND my butt rose a quarter inch.
Yay! Yay! Yay!
I am so sticking with the boycott Susan thing.