You know what sucks?

[zallia]

Coming home at lunch to find your house smells like rotten eggs, assuming it's a gas leak, not being able to contact the gas company cause the phone book number is no longer valid, trying to get 5 retarded cats out of said toxic house, having to resort to calling the fire department and having them pull up with sirens and everything, dying of embarassment as they tramp through your godawful, horrifyingly messy house, one of them being a cute guy around your age and then having them tell you that it's sewer gas backing up through the defunct bathroom in the bedroom covered with clothes.

I am officially dead of embarrassment. *sigh*

Comments

[missmollymayhem.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I would die, too- I have anxiety ANY time someone is going to be in my house.

[zallia.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I didn't even want to go in there with them, cause I just saw all the stuff on the floor and the dirty dishes in the sink and could see them thinking it was rotten milk or something. *sob* It's just clutter, I swear. *hugs*

[jemmifire.livejournal.com]

EEEK

[serisun.livejournal.com]

See... this is why you keep your house presentable when your single. In case you have to call hot firefighters over to fix your "gas leak". Hur hur.

[zallia.livejournal.com]

Lesson learned! The hard way unfortunately. :*(

[serisun.livejournal.com]

At least you have a very amusing story to tell now. ^_^ You'll laugh at this one day too.