It's cold.

Well, two years ago I was living in an appartment owned by the laziest landlord of all times, and the heat went out in the middle of february, during two weeks averaging -30°celsius... I called two or three times, he said he was gonna be right on it.

In the end I waited for two whole weeks, sleeping with four shirts on and two pairs each of socks and pants. He ended up coming to the house on for unrelated reasons and I caught him just in time to get him to check it out. Apparently, he had "forgotten". Ended up it was only a burnt fuse in the electrical system. I coulda killed the bastard when I found that out...

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by a lurker

aw dude, that's the most bullshit thing I ever heard of. you should've been calling him every morning at 5 am.

WHERE MY HEAT BRAH

WHERE MY HEAT

Well, believe you me, that's what I'd do today. Wasn't as much the go-getter back then. I was glad to get out of that place.

Then again, there were certain perks... Like being able to have the band I was playing in at the time over and jamming in the living room 'til the cows came home without as much as a peep from the neighbors. (the other members of the band, incidentally )

How ya doing, buddy?

Originally Posted by Syndrome

What is dis American shit? -30 celcius?
Seriously. Even if I turn off the radiators with blazing wolf-winter outside, the house doesn't get anywhere near 0 celcius.

Isolation bitchiz.
(And this is coming from someone who lives in a land where polar bears roams the inner city streets)

I was reffering to OUTSIDE temperature, obviously. And for the record, I'm in teh Canada.

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And this house was old, and not isolated for jack shit, hence it probably did drop somewhere below 0° during that time period inside the house. So there.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.