Sewage saga

I am not an honest person by nature, I have learnt the hard way that saying what the other person wants to hear and what actually is...is different. This has taken most of my adult life to sort out...but I always seem to fall back on the whole...they really don't want to hear this...and then misunderstandings and mudslinging ensues...speaking of mud...or sludge...or basically 'death' courtesy of my basement...where was I? oh, right...my small attempt to realign the forces of sewageness and repare the blasted clog had failed, I was upstairs blogging in the corner of my bed crying...after awhile some of my roomates came home...one by one I greeted them with...there is dragon poop in our basement and I had to touch it, confessing i also cried but adding the tragic twist of...and theres more...more...so much more of it to deal with...all my roomates were dooly shocked and might I say awed by my bravery at touching said dragon excrement, super supportive and then one of my roomies planned a 'lets do it all together' sewage clean-up party for tonight...because apparently it's not as bad when we do it all together. this party is an open invitation by the way...
anyway, before all this, I was going to update my landlord on the nature of our drain... but I just couldn't, for some reason I just wanted him to think everything was great and there was no dragon in the basement...and poor landlord was probably wondering why rent to single girls...so I finally had to update him, and the kind landlord was really understanding...I also phoned almost every plumber asking for estimates once I got the go ahead to clean the drain professionally...so basically every plumber in town has my phone number...that 'can you give me an estimate on sewage line cleaning' is a great conversation starter...there are so many things I never wanted to find out during this whole escapade....but now that I've shared all my sewage issues...it doesnt quite seem so scary, the dragon has left the building...and now I just need to clean up his mess...also i think my roomates will be extra happy that I was honest, cause now there will ba a party tonight...minus the sewage clean-up part

i hate this

the basement drain has been flooding when we do laundry...it's gross, i notice, all my roomates notice, but since i am the 'main' person...i don't do anything, no one does anything...i call the plumber, explain the problem, he says he can't come, and to clean the drain...by self...he says it will save me money...i think, well thats gross, but i am the main person, I can rise above this, and actually I hate having handy-men here...i hate the mts dudes, i hate the dishwasher genius, the roofers are a whole other trial...I just don't like having strangers all over the house doing whatever they want and me being...me..."Now, ma'am can you tell me your internet password?" techie person asks...
"No, I can't remember it...sorry, I'll call my roomate...ummmm...soorry..." he rolls his eyes...
what I really wanted to say was..."I entered the password a year ago into my computer and it's automatic now, why in the world would I keep the original paper with the password for when the internet gets disconnected...this is the first world, the internet should NOT disconnect!"
so now, back to the plumber who won't come and me with a coat hanger, to unplug the drain...the metal coat hanger is alot harder to bend out of shape than they let you think...took me a full 15 minutes to figure out I am the weakest person alive...finally I am ready to open the drain and inspect the damage...
apparently a dragon poops in our basement.
the foulest most odeous looking sludge greated me...the pure heinousness of it made me gag...and I am pretty good with smells...
i never got to the coat hanger part...i just started crying and ran upstairs....i am still crying and hating the fact that i have to go back down there...and deal with the sludgge of death...and maybe I will put it off one more day, until I by a face mask or something...I hate this so much...my nose hairs hurt, I am sure some of them singed right off it was so horrid

Grauuughghghghghghghghghg

sometimes i go alittle crazy...today i relearned about misogeny...the greek teaching that women are highly irrational creatures, and far inferior to men...they have their place. But still...so lacking...the origin of the word hysterical...all relating to the presence of the womb...in a females body...and the fact that for many years women wore amulets of their womb around their necks so their womb would not go wandering...and so when I say...it's not me, it's my womb...it is based on highly intellectual minds like Hippocrates...and the fact that women are curiosities unto themselves as much as anyone else...and now I must go in search of my womb, for I fear it has wandered away...womb, womb...where for art thou womb?????