Angry Plunging

Here's the thing; my house is old. Like really old. It creaks and groans with every gust of wind and it tilts a little to one side. That's okay. I'm told it's called "character."

So, my house is a 60 year old geriatric woman with plumbing just as old and finicky. We have one bathtub that we're not allowed to take baths in. Showers are okay but a full bathtub will cause serious structural damage somehow (like the floor might collapse). I'd rather not test that out.

Regardless, four girls using one bathtub quickly equals to the tiny drain clogging up. No problemo. Hair catcher, draino, plunger. We gots it. 

Living with girls is oft times disgusting. You think I would have learnt my lesson after living with about 40 other women in college but noooooooooo, I'm just a (well prepared) glutton for punishment.      

With the new housemates, it's taking a little longer to work house things out. Chore rotation, fridge space, cabinet space, etc. What is really driving me nuts is the girl who only believes in using natural products (aka expensive LUSH products) which is fine; it's her money. What is not fine is when she clogs the drain daily with all her crap. Between the very large hairballs in the hair catcher and the oats she leaves behind on the bathtub floor like some very industrious bird decided to go to town on a poop spree, I have to plunge the bathtub (draino at this point doesn't even work anymore) every time I take a shower. Angrily. Vigorously. For minutes on end. I actually have to switch arms; I'm angrily plunging that hard. The alternative is to take a shower standing in her waste water. Ewww. Not happening. I'd rather be stinky for days instead. Or plunge angrily.

The only solution is to talk to her. A general note about cleaning out the shower after every shower is not working at all as I've just discovered. It's time for an intervention. Otherwise, I'll have big muscular man arms, no neck, and my face set in that permanent concentrated scowl of angry plunging.

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The height of insanity, how much further can he go?

This should have gone up last night but as luck would have it, by the time I finished writing it, the internet crapped out. The router is downstairs and there was no fucking way I was going down because I think there probably would have been a second confrontation with this asshole. But yeah, last night was shitty:

Right now, I have to write because otherwise, I think I might cry or puke. I'm so upset my stomach is roiling, my whole body is tense and angry tears are making it hard to see.

The whole cat face man situation is getting blown out of proportion and I have nothing to do with it other than being the one who is receiving the abuse. His accusations are baseless and the product of a seriously paranoid mind. I'm honestly starting to think that this guy is beyond cray-cray. Today was the last straw. To be called out of my room and verbally attacked like that is beyond reasonable. I didn't take it lying down and I'm proud to say that I didn't lose it entirely but it was definitely an effort to keep myself in check and take the high road. (which btw, the high road fucking sucks).

However, if cat face man wants a fight, then he'll get a fight. Fuck this shit. He wants passive-aggressive, I'll give him passive-aggressive. If he thinks he can yell at me and get away with it well, think again. Based on tonight, it's apparent that he can dish it out but can't take it. Which is absolutely pathetic. Especially since he's 40-50ish and acts like a petulant 5 year old. When someone half your age is more rational than you are, you're pretty much a loser at that point.

The fact that he tried to pull this shit with the landlord/manager there (who didn't do much) tells me that he's obsessed with whatever imagined slight he's taken personally and that the landlord isn't going to be much help on either side. If that's the case, then I don't think I have anything to lose in defending myself and I really don't have to be nice anymore. I've given him three free passes. That's more than fair. Honestly, I'd be a fucking idiot to give him anymore and if I do, I bloody well deserve it for being so stupid. But that's not gonna happen cos the next time he tries anything, I'm going to give as good as I get, if not better. And if they evict me because of him (low possibility but still a possibility?maybe?), I'll fucking sue their asses.

Frankly, it's on. I'm done playing nice. Cat face man can bring it.

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so totally not cool

Got woken up to the sounds of a hammer banging away and rapid fire Czech at like 7am. Okay. Whatever. Halfway through my shower I spied someone on the roof right outside the kitchen/bathroom window through the shower curtains. Apparently hyena girl's boyfriend was installing a mini air-cond in her room window (which is far enough away that he shouldn't have appeared in the bathroom window in the first place). I don't care if he was looking through the window or not. It is not okay to be hanging around a window when you know someone is showering! I don't care if you're about to fall off the roof! It would serve you right! Also, aren't you supposed to get permission before doing something like installing an aircond?!?

So, today started off with what was probably unintentional peeping (still doesn't make it right), hammering, sawing and about an hour ++ of listening to someone complain and whine in a foreign language. I totally want to punch both of them. repeatedly. in the nuts.

Why would you do this to me on my day off?? Whyyyyy??

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