seriously?

I actually think I'm going to murder my landlord. We have bedbugs again. The laundry has been out for five days. The people downstairs suck. The bathtub faucet has been leaking for over two months. Oh, and did I mention we have fucking bedbugs again? My right arm is covered in giant, itchy, red bumps.

So aggravating. I don't want to move right now because we're hoping to buy a place in January or February, but I also don't know how much longer I can live like this before I'm reduced to mailing anthrax to the slum lords who run our building. (DEAR GOVERNMENT I'M KIDDING).

I want Leila to live somewhere safe and secure without awful bugs attacking her. So far, she hasn't been bitten, but I don't like thinking that she might. Also, they spray in here so often that I'm sure it can't be good for her. It seems ridiculous that I'm constantly feeding her organic food and we come home to a chemical ridden, bug infested apartment. Oh yeah, there are cockroaches too.

Saying, "at least we have a good view" is really not cutting it for me anymore.