Sena's DW :: Watermelon Life

So I'm back in this piece of crap house. I hate this place so much. =___=;

At least it doesn't smell really bad anymore... kind of like dirt and bleach. Robin and Jayne from the bottom apartment took it upon themselves to clean up the basement since the landlord wouldn't. They bought all kinds of antibacterial chemicals and stuff that were recommended by the cleaning company so that we don't all die of ebola or something.

They shouldn't have had to! And it pisses me off. But there's not much that can be done. I baked them muffins to say thanks for all their work.

I looked into calling the Health Department to report Warren, but the problem is that it can go two ways; either they inspect the house and deep it unfit to live in, and kick us all out; or they don't, and Warren kicks me out anyway for reporting him in the first place. So no matter what happens I have nowhere to live.

Basically, I can't report him until I find somewhere else to live and move. And I can't freaking afford it, because I only have $340 a month for rent. -____-; This fucking sucks. I hate it here, hate it!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

( More emo whoring here. )

So I'm laying on my side in bed staring into space and trying not to cry when Sarah knocks on my door and comes up to tell me that, joy, the fucking sewage lines in our basement have burst; there's raw sewage flooding the whole basement.

I'm on the top floor, so I can't smell it-- yet. We can't use the bathroom, can't use the water at all until it's fixed, and gee! Warren isn't answering his phone so Don can't pay for the plumber to come by and fix everything!

Not that it matters, really. Even when the pipes are fixed, there'll still be shit everywhere, and we can't clean it up. We'll have to have a professional come in to do it, with fucking HASMAT suits and all that stuff. And until Warren gets off his ass and answers the messages to approve it, we can't even do that, since it's thousands of dollars that none of us have!

So, for tonight at least, I'm crashing at Mom's place. I called her just before seven to ask. I was so pissed off and stressed out I practically sobbed it at her.

I don't know what's going on right now. Between this that and the next thing, the house should be goddamn condemned. It's a health danger right now, just being there. At least I had somewhere to go for a night, Sarah and Jane and Robin are still there.

I'm stretched to the limit when it comes to Don, Warren and that place. Fuck them. FUCK THEM. I need out before it kills me or I go insane. Then once I am out, I'm calling the fucking health and safety board.

Anyway, I was bitching (read as: crying) at Mom about the whole thing with where I live, and studdenly she comes out with "you know, you could apply to live here." 'Here' being the co-op where she and Lee currently live.

And as usual, my first response is I can't. I can't afford to live anywhere but where I am, because I only have $340 a month that I can put toward rent, and ODSP isn't willing to allocate me any more money.

But apparently, the co-op here does subsidised rent! =O I can apply, and they will let me pay what I can, and cut the rest. WTF. This is only if there's money for sibsidising, of course, but it's still a chance! I can apply for a one-bedroom apartment and given my circumstances they might go for it!

Especially since my place is currently flooded with sewer runoff. -___-;

I'm not a 100% fan of this place, but anything is better than where I'm living now. I'm going to look into it. Cross your fingers for me!