elevated_u2_fan
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threatening Canadians... Isn't that any oxymoron?
A quick story. I have lived in my current share house for about two-and-a-half-years now. For longer than that time, the shower has leaked through the light in the kitchen. The owner's idea of fixing that problem is putting silicon in the shower, which has never worked, and just turns mouldy. There is actually now a mould patch near the light in the kitchen that has a diameter of about 10-15cm. One day I broke the dishwasher door, because I came downstairs and slipped in a puddle of water that had leaked through the light and came down on the door, cutting my hand on a knife. He hasn't fixed the shower, hasn't fixed the dishwasher, despite us telling him when he's come over in recent times. The only times he's come over is to replace the fucking filters in the rangehood (literally a sheet of fucking paper). It's his favourite thing in the world. Don't worry about WATER LEAKING THROUGH A LIGHT or a broken dishwasher, replace the paper in the thing above the stove. Won't commit to fixing the shower or the dishwasher. About a week ago, I get a call from the real estate agent telling us he wants to sell and we're about to get a 60-day fuck-off notice. Six hours later he calls me back and says don't worry, he's changed his mind. The other day I see the owner milling around out the front of the house looking at the paint and shit, then he sees me, mumbles something incoherent (he's Italian) and then leaves in a hurry. No talk, no chat, no communication on what he's doing. I just got a message from my housemate who's at home and he's round there now, unannounced, doing some sort of construction. Just now I got an email from the agent, and we've got 60 days to leave. I'm really fucking pissed off. He can do whatever he wants, of course, but no fucking communication whatsoever that he was planning on selling. None. I'm annoyed because I've settled in here really nicely, I've got an awesome situation going on with housemates, I've finally sorted out all the bills and rent and bond and shit. Now we're going to have go our separate ways. I'm sure there'll be resistance when I claim the cat and fridge as mine. I can't handle this shit. I'm not good at this real-life stuff. I live in the perfect location and moving is going to make angry and anxious and depressed, particularly if I end up in a shit house with shit people in a shit area. Fuck fuck fucking hell.
Two months is a nice amount of notice, though.
We survived Stampede. It was so much fun! A drunk guy even spilled half of his fourth or fifth Bud down my back during the rodeo. He was very apologectic. I didn't tell him to fuck off, but I thought about it. It seems like a good Stampede story.
Mofo needs to get his musket loaded and ready to go. Beach House, Destroyer, Chelsea Wolfe and Mac DeMarco's albums all leaked on the same day. Fucking hell, the internet is ruthless.
Flamethrower might be a tad more appropriate.
So I just learned about a week ago that there's actually no one in that band called J Geils.
You can hit me with the slowpoke Pokemon meme now.
Oh, Canada.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/craigsilverman/people-in-toronto-created-a-memorial-to-a-dead-raccoon-after
Funniest thing I've read this week. I love that someone wrote "Hang in there!" inside the card.
If only this had happened a couple days earlier, Bono could have dedicated Stuck in a Moment to the little guy.
Well the band's guitarist and founder was John (J.) Geils. (Who Wolf used to always call Jerome)
He just isn't playing with the current incarnation, he last played with them in 2012.
Oh, Canada.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/craigsilverman/people-in-toronto-created-a-memorial-to-a-dead-raccoon-after
Funniest thing I've read this week. I love that someone wrote "Hang in there!" inside the card.
If only this had happened a couple days earlier, Bono could have dedicated Stuck in a Moment to the little guy.
Mofo needs to get his musket loaded and ready to go. Beach House, Destroyer, Chelsea Wolfe and Mac DeMarco's albums all leaked on the same day. Fucking hell, the internet is ruthless.
How is the Beach House album?
I walked right past this guy yesterday. His name was Conrad. Someone was putting a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers as I passed by on my way to my buddy's place (the smoke was apparently promptly taken by a homeless guy).
Goodnight, sweet prince.