I locked myself in my own bathroom today. DAY ONE. Sobbing on my new bathroom floor is not a good look for me. In my attempt to break free the doorknob fell off. I was eventually saved after taking a chunk out of my skin, kicking the door four times, and bruising my hand while trying to pull the door open all while ruining my mascara, naturally.
Other things went well today. I love my apartment minus the bathroom door.
I have no real need for cable. I officially live on the loudest and craziest street ever. The people watching is superb.
My boxspring broke today…. greeeat.
Wine makes my world better.
So does stealing Wifi. Even if it is dreadfully slow Wifi.