Well, shit.

[channonyarrow]

Exciting news! I have ring around the tub, or the collar, or whatever the fuck it is that says that I'm a shitty hausfrau and should turn in my vag for a monster truck right now! I'm gonna run away and join NASCAR!

I'm rather annoyed that my landlady won't let me pour sulfuric acid down the drain, actually. That would solve the problem, believe me.

Of course, even I know it would make more problems if any of the pipes, oh, all the way out to the street were plastic, and No One Knows because apparently No One But Me thinks it might be a good idea - for moments exactly like this! - to read architectural drawings when you buy a property, so. BUT STILL. SULFURIC ACID WORKS FOR SATAN. IT SOLVES EVERYTHING. INCLUDING GOD.

I fucking hate cleaning the tub. It always looks like the process would be better achieved by taking a flamethrower to the whole thing and gently singeing off the top layer of laminate. That would also solve that pesky grout problem, though admittedly, since my stress relief of choice is to attack the grout with a toothbrush, the grout is not as bad as it could be.

It got real beautiful while I was editing The Book From Hell.

I still want to run away and join NASCAR, though. I need to find a rally race group around here.

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[laurel714.livejournal.com]

Worse than cleaning the tub is cleaning the tub drain.

*shudders*

LOL @ "running away and joining NASCAR."

[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

That is actually part of the problem. I have an unidentified problem in the drain that means that every three months or so the tub stops up completely, and no one's been able to get it out. I haven't asked the landlord to run all the way down the stacks, reasoning that if the problem was in the stacks the people below me would have the same trouble and they're not, but it's SOMEWHERE.

I'm serious about NASCAR, man. I really do need to get a rally race partner and go find some rallies. I'd LOVE to drive for sport, for serious, even if it's just for my own entertainment.