Oops... I lied: Vlog

So, I know I mentioned before on my FB page Bekah the Blogger? that I was going to talk about a rather sobering topic, but after writing it in the midst of my emotion filled rampage, then sitting on it for the better part of a week I decided I wouldn't. It's got a lot of personal stuff in it, and I'm not sure that this is the time or the place to share that stuff. So, anyway I'm going to talk about something much more indifferent instead!

Anyway, for those of you living in west texas, or basically any semi-desert/desert areas know that we do not get a lot of rain. In fact, when it rains we rejoice, and our car accident statistics go up 100%. So, all in all, we're kind of like cats. Water if fine, but don't get us in it. We clearly don't know how to handle that kind of anxiety.

Go home car. You're drunk.

So for those of you who know me, know that I've already had TWO different leaks in my ceiling of my apartment. Now, those of you who don't know that, do. Congratulations. Our house got soaking wet, a week or two ago. This rain however, was not just rain, it was mud-rain, which is so incredibly disgusting. I had one leak over my bed, which I found out as I was getting into bed to go to sleep. Oh I'm sorry, you were tired? Well, guess what, you can't sleep here! The second one was in my kitchen cabinets, rendering all the things I love to eat off of and drink from covered in a yummy brown filth.

Drink me! I look chocolate flavored!*

 So anywho, it rained again on Monday. I was in my bathroom washing my work pants. Don't judge me. I ran out of time, and I don't dry them anyway. I have "legs growing out of my ears" as my Step-Father puts it, so I just let them hang dry. I'm getting off topic, but I noticed that there was another leak in our bathroom. Let me tell you, that was fan-fucking-tastic in the way that getting mauled by a bear is fan-fucking-tactic. So... I recorded it... First Vlog ever. Enjoy.

My boyfran thinks that I sound "really cool" recorded, but I honestly just think my voice is manly. Whatever. It's not about that. It's about the leak. You guys see that shit? Not cool, Dude.

We have a pretty sick nasty maintenance man though, because he came by to check on us, and we got to tell him about the new leak! He knocked like the police though, and trust me when I say, I have never run away so fast in my life. It must be a minority thing, but he scared the absolute shit out of me. It doesn't help that the dog is having a panic attack, and is screaming at the front door. So much chaos....

So there you have it! What did we learn today, kiddies?

Rain is fine.
Driving in rain is not fine.
Rain in the house is really not fine.

*As a side note. Don't ever Google "Dirty Water" it just gives you pictures of African Children, and Celene Dion starts singing.