hmm, I don't know what to say really. So many things bouncing round inside my scull. It's hard for me to grasp hold of anyone of them for more then a nanosecond. Slippery lil' buggers.

There's one, got it!

Have I cursed my landlord lately? No, I don't think I have. The dryer broke a week ago, it's part of the apartment as provided for in the lease. Still don't have one and he says it's low priority. My toilet, YES my toilet, has started leaking underneath the second story sub floor and is making a moldy spot I keep spritzed with clorox on my utility room ceiling. GROSS, UNHEALTHY, would be the words de jour, that has been going on since Saturday morning. He "forgot" about it. That was on monday, here we are Wednesday morning and it's still going on. My air conditioner goes on high, only when it feels like it and has been leaking water onto my hardwood floors for a month. A MONTH. I try not to hate, but some people make it so very, very easy.

Fuck, I've not watched the clock. I have to get to work.

I still want a man twixt my nethers. My sexdrive is on overdrive and mr. hand seems so frumpy lately.