KILL
KILL
KILL
Must... control... violent... urges....
OK. Kat's MAD. When Kat gets MAD like this MAD, Kat kills things. Namely Chase Village Staff who are responsible (albeit indirectly and will probably claim no liability) for the DEATH of an entire WHITE load of laundry to FUCKING ENGINE GREASE!!! DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH. MY. CLOTHES. Sound materialistic? Well, IT FUCKING IS. But I just lost $100 plus of overshirts, garb, t-shirts, tank tops, and underwear. Would you want to wear underwear saturated with black, oily MACHINE GREASE?!?!?!? Socks. OK. OK. I'll take the fucking socks. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ONE PACK OF FUCKING SOCKS COSTS?? WHERE'S THE GODDAM MAINTENANCE MAN? Let me tell him who has his balls in a vice. Me. Tomorrow Kat plays international diplomat. She will waltz into the main office with her laundry, dump it on the desk of the lurvly office ladies and spit. Not because clothes matter but because she is going out of town and this was her CLOSET that she needed WASHED. We pay $1.00 for a QUALITY washer and $.75 for a dryer that doesn't usually dry on one load. There are SIGNS that say "we don't care what happens to your clothes." NEWS FLASH. I CARE. I am a college student. This is not one shirt. This is a WHOLE WASHER OF CLOTHES. So we will negotiate because soon my lease is up. If they want me to stay and if they don't want bad press, they will give me what I want. Or they will find themselves with a very weepy, violent woman on their hands. SO I AM SPOILED, FUCK THEM ALL. There is no Zen right now. There is only revenge. Or cash. That will shut me up.
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