When I went to Klein’s for draino, the girl who checked me out (as in, “the checkout lane”) commented, “I like your shirt.” (Of course, I guess she checked me out as she checked me out).

I’d forgotten what shirt I was wearing so I just sort of stammered a “Oh, thanks!” while my brain contemplated two things: one, what shirt was I fucking wearing? and two, assuming this cute checkout chick was of legal age, would it be possible to parlay her enjoyment of my t-shirt into enjoyment of my penis?

After getting out of the store, I looked down to see what I was wearing — my dark green Monty Python and the Holy Grail — and my brain concluded that liking my shirt alone would probably not get me into her pants.

Standing water in my kitchen. I knew something smelled funky, but something in my kitchen generally smells funky so I didn’t pay it much mind.

Looks like the sink backed up and fountained dirty silt shit water everywhere. The carpet didn’t get damp, thank goodness, but the titled floor was a mess. Sopped it all up — two rolls of paper towels, thank you very much — and got the counter wiped down. Someone from HW should be by shortly to make sure this doesnt happen again, although like nearly everything lately — the sink, the headlight — this is one of those problems that resurfaces from time to time and I expect it’ll happen again in about nine months or so (joy).

fuckafuckafuckafuck

UPDATE

I think someone from HW was here while I was at work — the deadbolt wasn’t engaged when I got home and the kitchen light was on, and I’m pretty sure I set the deadbolt and turned off the kitchen light when I left. The sink is dry, although there’s still standing silt. I bought two things of Drain-O at Klein’s on my way home and poured one of them down the drain. The other is backup. I need to rewash the kitchen floor with clean water to get this smell away. (Thank goodness for Febreeze!)

UPDATE II

Well, so much for that. The sink filled back up again. Thankfully, it’s keeping to the sink this time as opposed to gushing onto the floor. If HW indeed came last night, they didn’t quite get the job done. Neither did the Drain-O. I hate this fucking place sometimes. I don’t get why the sink is doing this. I wonder if it’s got something to do with the laundry room or what not? I’m afraid to run my dishwasher for fear it’ll flood my apartment.

Fuck HW. Fuck HW. Fuck HW.

Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: To explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no man has gone before.

(My geekiness glares through!)

Star Trek premiered on NBC forty-years ago today: September 8th, 1966.

If I was doing a roast, I’d say, “Star Trek, when we told you to ‘live long and prosper’, who knew you’d do so well at the ‘live long’ bit and not so hot at the ‘prosper’ stuff?”

(Image from here).