My landlord graciously agreed put a washing machine into my house after I moved in because I was just starting out and couldn't afford to buy my own.
That seemed like a good plan until it took him nearly a month to actually get it into the house.
Then, when it finally did get installed, the damn thing leaked water. I called him, he got the plumber to come and fix it.
There has also been a leak in the shower ever since I moved in. I fixed that myself a couple of weeks ago because I was too embarassed by the dog smell to tell the landlord to come and repair it. Oh, and also my bathroom is a mess and I didn't want to deal with strangers seeing my underwear all over the place.
Now, the f-ing washing machine is broken. AGAIN. I have a load of clothes sitting in water because the spin cycle won't work. It looks like maybe I'm going to have to fish each sock out one by one and squeeze it in order to go to the gym later.
Argh. I want a new washing machine. One that works this time.
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Remember when Chris would come to our apt. to change the filter like every week, and he always came when I was in the shower, and we always had underwear everywhere? Yeah, he planned it that way. Perv. Swinging perv at that! I miss you!
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