The Roofer and The Vacuum

Sounds like a really bad children's story. Ok, where to begin first. Let's start with the Nazi Roofers.

For the last two weeks I guess the apartment complex I live in has been redoing the roofs (which I see NO need for). They decided to do this without warning any of the tennants. See....this would not be a problem if the fuckers doing the roof....composed of ONLY FOUR Mexicans...did not take FOREVER. They have worked clear into the night (8:30) and very early in the morning (7:30). That is just ridiculous. Four days out of those two weeks I have been subjected to the banging noises directly above my head. It reminds me of living underneath Rotunda and the Bitch Boy. It is EXTREMELY inconvenient, not to mention annoying.

And now for the fun story. I borrowed Sara's vaccum (an amazing machine) because mine works just as good as my going around the carpet sucking dirt through straw. The thing is POWERFUL. So powerfal in fact that it dangerous. "Dangerous?" you ask. Oh yes. Dangerous. Picture it: I am using the wand with the extension piece to get into the cracks. I get too close to the skirt of my bed and it gets sucked into the wand and keeps going, I fight to get the sucker out and when I do, I pulled so hard that it rebounds and decides to go for my leg. It attached itself to my inner thigh and proceeded to suck the shit out of my skin. I know have a hickey on my inner thigh. I am an innocent victim of a runaway vacuum. I need therapy.