My apartment has been downgraded from sucking dick to sucking balls. There is a leak. Two. One in my hallway (inside the apartment), one right outside the door.
the culprit and sourceĀ of it all

the floor outside my apartment

These kinds of situations make me realize that if I ever get married, I am perfectly happy “bringing home the bread” (or wine) while my husband deals with this shit.
Or maybe I just need an assistant (but you have to pay those).
Tags: apartment, husband, leak, relationships, sucking
23 June 2009 at 1:29 pm |
You’re making me feel like paying way too much rent in Soho is totally worth it. Want to move with me to a cabin in Vermont?