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have I ever mentioned that I really. really. really like Nine Inch Nails? I keep thinking that there has to be a way to dance to ’em, but I can’t quite capture it...

I give up

apparently, the roof leaks. moreover, it seems to have had a leak for quite some time, as the bathroom ceiling (along with the insulation) has molded over, rotted out, mildewed, etc., and the ceiling is laying on the floor. I think there’s actually a large chunk in the tub, too, and I know there’s some in the toilet and the sink.

I give up. I’m going to bed now; somebody else can clean that shit up.

[ETA: on another, more disgusting subject: consider the combination of cheap processed cheese spread, and male ejaculate. no real reason, just thought I’d share the sickness. ^_^]