I want to contribute but all I’m good for is obscene non sequitur rambling that segways into a greater political philosophical commentary about bullshit
And coffee talk shitposting…
I’ll fuck off for bit…
And stop posting my nonsense on here…
If I have anything music related to add I’ll pop in…
Right so I deleted an email address that I used to finally buy fl studio it took me a while before I could have an expendable several hundred dollars in income for some software to broduce music…being that I deleted that email address….I can no longer get upgrades for fl studio…
Why did I delete the email address…I was debating about quitting music and fucking off.
I hate when people on the road “move up/close the gap” and end up tailgating you, to which I respond by flooring it to put space between us only to have them speed up so they can tailgate me again.
I kinda want to beat their hood in with a tire iron at the next light.
Cast iron. House is about 100 years old, mismatch of all kinds of systems and dumb repairs. Not pictured is the huge fucking crack in the toilet drain just past the flange. I could literally tear it off with a little effort, it’s that bad.
I could write a damn novel about this stupid place, but the short version is it’s my mother-in-law’s house/wife’s childhood home which has been a rental for a decade since mom went into a nursing home (the rent goes to offset the insane cost of that). Negligent tenet/buyer let shit go and then left us holding the bag, so we’re getting it fixed back up to rent.
The bathroom’s always been wonky, feels like you’re falling forward when you walk towards the tub, floor just slopes down. We’re putting in new flooring and I wanted to try and get it level because it’s been patched so many times nothing is actually flat past the halfway point. So I go to taking up the patches and find the cracked drain and a bunch of rotten joists (I’m sure from having shitwater burbling for a decade or more).
Probably better to find it now than fix everything and have to tear it back out when it finally fails, but it went from throwing down some plywood to plumbing and joists so a ton more work.
dude we are talking about fixing out foundation because i can set down a marble in my living room and it slowly rolls to the corner my shitty piano is in. it’s not as bad as one of my apartments in SF that literally gave me and my gf vertigo.
i’m going to turn that piano into a backyard piano soon.
it’s not the piano’s fault, the foundation has been suffering since long before i moved in and i’m convinced there is some kind of underground waterway happening under my house. but i can already tell from the cracks on the outside that the foundation has probably 5 years till i’m back in new orleans again, sacramento edition.
and yeah it’s only a matter of time till i flush the toilet and my poop sprinklers up on to my garden from the steel rupturing. tbh, i don’t really care. whatever. i’ll just put a towel over it.
I actually got pulled over by a cop for putting distance between me and this idiot that refused to stop tailgating. Funny thing is it took the cop about 2 miles to catch up to me ‘cause he pulled out behind the tailgater, who then decided to drive reeeeeeeeeal slow until we finally got to a 4 lane road, which is where the cop finally caught up to me. I explained why he clocked me doing 64 in a 50 and because it was the tailgater driving super weird that caused him to take so long to catch up to me, he let me go with just a warning.
^house stuff is always a pain. I got a plumber coming over tomorrow for drainage cleanout maintenence. I’ve got a dip in my floor where they moved the furnace and water heater out of the crawlspace, but I’m not sinking more money into this house. Most of everything else is up to date. Just glad I’ve got an attached garage since it’s decided to snow early this year.
This didn’t piss me off, but I don’t know where else to post it. Been a cruddy week, and I’m not a big fan of the holiday season. Last night I thought I was experiencing a heart attack, and I really didnt care if it was my time (just wished it didn’t hurt as much if it was). It was a three hour ordeal, and I was ready to write down my will, but it turned out to not be a heart attack.
There was no epiphany moment nor anything similar. I don’t have a new lease of life, as they say. I said out loud “Is it finally my time???” which I guess didn’t surprise me.
I don’t know if I’d have felt the same a few years ago, but it’s how I felt last night. I’m burnt out.
Buuuuut, I’m still around. I enjoyed going shopping with my friend today. That did NOT piss me off lol.