Hee, if you`re broken, so am I, Burrell.

My favorite faux Latin phrase is something like "illegitimos non carborundum" (don't let the bastards get you down).

Cass says so!

I was also going to let you sneak Frank Iero out of Powell's through cunning use of petticoats. I am an awesome adult.

The "fixed" garbage disposal is leaking from the bottom now. Not when I use it, always. Needs to be replaced. They don't have the part. The guy who can order the part isn't in until tomorrow.

My frustrations, let me explain them.

Fuck. I really like the people in the office and maintenance. They are great. But the management company has made it impossible for them to just fix things. I have to put in a service request through their portal, have no idea when (even down to a day) anyone will actually show up and then have to call the office who can't really help me because the system doesn't work any better for them.

Time to write another angry letter. Which would make me feel better but they've never responded to any of my communications. So it's peeing in the wind. Which is even stupider to do as a girl.

Vic, cute video.

My first! (At least, that wasn't just a clip of me performin somewhere.) Someday I'll do one that isn't intentionally silly. (:

It's so squinched up, the H went missing. That is my story, to which I am sticking.

Also, Jilli, CASS IS NOT A DESIGNATED ADULT.

CASS IS NOT A DESIGNATED ADULT.

I was when we went to see Adam Lambert. Which is kinda terrifying. I was the best we could come up with in that group to be adult? I think I did good that night too.

I have decided to say fuck it and run my dishwasher. There's a bucket under the disposal and I will keep an eye on it until it's done. But I am not just NOT using my kitchen for days.

TB, I don't mean to be harsh...he's my brother and I want him to feel better, but he's been totes Obnoxious!Self-Diagnosing Patient so if the doctor got a little tart with him, I wouldn't object *too* much. Because he started this whole thing depressed and self-centered, and what can I say? Pain is not a beauty aid.

I was also going to let you sneak Frank Iero out of Powell's through cunning use of petticoats. I am an awesome adult.

You are!

I'm sorry to hear about the dishwasher and disposal woes.

I used the excuse of needing new makeup for my upcoming ballroom competition (oh, by the way, I'm competing for the first time in a couple of weeks) to go jussssst a leetle crazy in Sephora today. I now have several high pigment eyeshadows, a lip stain, two eyeliners, new ultra black mascara, and bronzer.

I should not be allowed to wander Sephora unsupervised.

Workbench and all it's lil parts and tools is packed. Now it's the desk, and all the stuff high up that I can't reach, or heavy stuff I can't lift. Pew. Iz tired. I thought moving an apartment sucked. Moving a workshop ain't no walk in the park either.