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like rotten eggs, assuming it's a gas leak, not being able to contact the gas company cause the phone book number is no longer valid, trying to get 5 retarded cats out of said toxic house, having to resort to calling the fire department and having them pull up with sirens and everything,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*