javier.

one day i saw a mouse. i'm thinking... ok.. it happens u know?.. its gettin cold, & the lil bastards go where the heat/food is. well i don't cook. so unless mice eat cotton, leather, paper, or rubber, I'm not sure how they would survive in my apartment. another day, i saw a mouse. okaaaaaaaaay, lil home ain't get the memo that unfortunately e has no food. another day, a mouse. OH HELL NO! ENOUGH! the the lil bastard had the NERVE to show his face while i had company. lol. nobody jumped [besides Yak @ the fake one! LOL]. anywho. they're smart enough to jump over the traps. hell. i even put a liiiiiiiiiil piece of cheese in the middle of a trap, came home, cheese was gone, and the trap was empty. word? someone put me on to the "flat traps" if you will. i put the traps down ehhhhh i'll say 6:30/7 & woke up to the sound of squeaking. not one, but TWO mice, on two separate traps! ohhh shit! ok.. but who is gonna pick them up? im serious. anywho. i went to work. came home. the ban picked em up. started watching "the way it is" and google hears squeaking. so im thinking since my computer is signed on, that was some1's log on/off sound. ENN. WRONGO. mouse #3. hence http://www.socialedisturbed.com/2008/12/when-animals-attack.html#links . THREE THOUGH? the FUCK?! ok. next day. go to work. come home. BAM! #4! now u know. i cursed poor Javier (the super) OUT! wtf is this?! The building doesn't allow pets because they provide them? i'm not feelin this! Ghetto ass Tiff suggested i call the building department on their asses! Javier was supposed to come 2 Sundays ago to fix this shit! WHERE are they coming from? HOW are they surviving? i had to get that shit outta there..BY MYSELF. so i tried to film it.

BAD IDEA! that thing put up the FIGHT of its LIFE! that wigglin shit scared the living daylights outta me! watch close. that mufo was WIGGLIN! HARD! after about 40 minutes worth of phone calls/texts.. i had no choice but to build up the strength to get this beast up outta my crib. i ended up tossing it out of the window. classy. i know. anywho saturday Javier came. we searched the ENTIRE apartment. not ONE hole. not even behind the stove! THA FUCK?! and the space under the main entrance isn't thick enough for a mouse... "allegedly". i was having cabinet door issues and asked Javier to fix that... and BOOM! under the sink waaaaaaaay in the back... was a hole. a small hole. with white chips from the wall.. and brown turds from their ass surrounding it. So he's fixing the gateway from hell and i noticed... he didn't have on any draws. soo.....

yes. i'm stupid. we've established this.

i don't make this shit up.

the end.