Past couple of months have really made me shout "WHAT THE FLYING FUCK!?".

So, around the middle of January, my boyfriend and I got the fuck up and proclaimed 'Right, let's move into the city', due to the job prospects being better than living in the middle of nowhere and all. The property viewings ranged from the good to the bad and then the plain fucking ugly, and we decided that the plain fucking ugly apartment wouldn't be worth saving the extra £50 a month for (Part-furnished with a mouldy cooker, equally mouldy fridge and the entire property stank of damp) so we chose the good 'un. And boy, did it look good. Mid-building apartment, nice spacious living room with a bay window, kitchen that didn't look like it had been used as a meth-lab, a shower that was a fair bit more than just 2 inches deep and a bedroom that didn't look like someone had died in it. It was fucking cheap too. Dirt cheap. That in mind, we snapped it up and were in there by the first of Feb.

Then suddenly - bedbugs, fucking everywhere!

They crawled out from all over the place, let alone the fucking bed itself. Within ten days of moving in we ended up having to abandon all of our shit and get out until pest control ensured the little bastards would eat gas. No hope of bringing any form of electronic device with us either, because the devious little assholes like to lay their eggs in that sort of shit apparently. Only thing worse than the actual bugs in the whole experience was the boredom. Wait no, I'm fucking lying, it was hauling all of our clothes down to the laundromat in fuckmassive bin bags to wash at high temperatures in case the bugs shat their fucking eggs all over them-

Fuck it, I'm not going to rant too much about the little bastards. They're dead now and we have our new apartment back. I suspect that this'll be a recurring theme this year, so if any more apartment related shit happens then I'll just copypasta the above paragraphs and replace bedbugs with ants/rats/burglars/water leaks/whatever.

In other news, I have internet access again and I'm on top of my bills. Fuck yeah new-found micromanagement skillz, you shall serve me well.
Birthday was pretty shit because nobody responded to the invite at all but that was to be expected. Because nobody ever does, haw haw.

Aaaand now I'll stop typing before I find more minor crap to bitch about.

TL;DR: I cannot fucking stand bedbugs. Cockroaches yes, they're mildly adorable. Bedbugs, no.