Current mood:

frustrated

→one.
So.

I think I burned down my apartment.









No, okay, I didn't burn it down, but the kitchen and bathroom are pretty much annihilated and part of the living room is scorched and I swear to god it wasn't my fault, except my landlord is blaming it on me leaving the oven on.

Like. I have an oven?

So anyway, he kicked me out for a few months while they fix everything up. Which totally sucks, let me tell you, because Shikamaru's place is even tinier than mine and his bathroom is like, microscopic or something, so I pretty much have to blow dry my hair in the bathtub. Which is so not safe and really, why didn't the building inspectors catch such gross negligence? This is unconscionable.

And now I can't find my flat iron.



...Ohhh.

See, I knew it wasn't the oven.