So two days ago, I dropped my roommate’s really expensive ring down the sink. Let me explain, in our bathroom we have this shelf thing right above the sink, I saw that she had left all her jewelry there by accident, I wanted to be helpful and bring it to her. By some horrifyingly movie-like accident, I grab her bracelets and the ring that was strangely wrapped around it falls into the sink and down the drain. I panic, I try sticking a wire down the drain, prying open the pipe myself, and pleading with my furniture major ra to find me a big wrench. But alas, all I had to show for my work is a wire with hair and slime on it.
Today, an angel with a Russian accent and a plumber’s uniform named Tony gets the pipe out, finds the ring, and cleans the drain all in five minutes flat. I’m so happy I could cry.
tldr: Dropped ring down the sink, russian man helps me obtain it.
This is why I can’t have nice things. (Also, I promise I’ll stop taking webcam pictures for a while after this, I’M JUST EXCITED AND I NEEDED TO MAKE NOTE OF THIS OK)
Additive and subtractive color tattoos; I want this
Thursday, September 20, 2012, 4:55 PM. Art school Emilie Day 9: Today was cloudy and kind of cold, professors in my section are trying to kill us (method of murder: lack of sleep), the liberal arts classes today were dull. But for a brief period after class was over, the sun came out; It made me happy, I wanted to document the moment (sorry for the stupid webcam photo).