I promised myself I wouldn't complain about the new place in all it's shiny newness. I promised I wouldn't say one word to tarnish the wonderful white on white image of this gloriously white apartment. I promised.
So.
I won't say anything about the smoke detector above the stove (ABOVE THE STOVE) that went off while I boiled water for my FIRST DINNER EVER and I won't say anything about the washing machine that stopped draining and preceded to flood the whole kitchen while I tried to finish my first load of laundry EVER or that after I wrestled my clothes out of the washer (after a certain roommate broke the door) and into the dryer the dryer turny-on knob thing snapped off and so my clothes just sat, wet, for an entire night. I especially won't mention the brand-new amazing AE jeans that BLED BLUE OVER EVERYTHING despite the tag that said ready to wash with like colors.
Nope. Not saying a word.
I will say that the Dog the Bounty Hunter Season Finale is on tonight and I could just about kiss my manager for calling and asking if I would like the night off. Would I? Would I? Would. I. Ever.
God bless slow Wednesdays.
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