Chris' accident: Chris was in an accident the other day (as you can tell from the previous post). He was getting off the highway and this chick was turning and so he started to go, she just stops for no reason so he taps her bumper. No damage to either vehicle. She turns it in to his insurance company anyway. Anything over 15 miles an hour Chris' airbags deploy, nothing. She's claiming damage to her car and medical. Yeah I'll give that cunt some medical damage if she wants. Bitch. If she knew that Chris' defends her freedom to try and scam people and act like a fucking idiot! Pisses me off.
Kitchen sink: The kitchen sink has some hella fucking clog, we've taken apart the pipes, snaked it, put in Thrift which is this acid shit, for the past 2 days. We've used every dirty dish, now we're down to paper plates and microwave dinners. Which in turn brings us to the:
Chemical burns: While Chris and I were using the Thrift it burned the shit out of him and I. I couldn't type or the past few days it burned the skin off the bottoms of my fingers, it obliterated the tops of my hands and my left arm. It got Chris on the arms and his face is just burned to all hell. We've called the landlord to get a plumber. Even Lorin...a plumber, electrician, and all around general contractor and appliance installer for the past I dunno 30-35 years has no idea what to do next. Chris is at a loss, another general contractor and appliance installer for the past 23 years. It fucking sucks I need my GOD DAMN KITCHEN!
Burns: I have now burned my finger, same finger, twice, separate occasions, top and then bottom. I swear to God Chris and I are effing cursed. It's probably that psycho wench Jen using VooDoo or something.
The kids: So Ethan tells my mom that we have to stay here forever and can't ever leave...as Chris is shuffling us out the fucking door so they can spend the night. STILL won't even broach the subject of getting a house for all of us. Won't even TALK about the idea of subletting this place. Pisses me off.
Big: Several unanswered Yahoo messages and a text message later finally told me 'fine, don't talk to me, have a nice life.' Here's all I have to say to you: