Bazillions Of Pieces

Bazillions Of Pieces

Today I broke my first plate in my first apartment.

Kush happily scrubbed away at her clear, glass plate as she waited for people to come look at her apartment. She was going to be moving home soon and would hopefully find a job to save up some money. She was in Luke-san's world, Pielea, thinking about Lotus and Avocado taking care of Olivia and Quinn when all of a sudden the slippery plate dropped out of her hand. Sploosh! Crack! Kushrenada swore as she realized her neat plate broke in a bazillion pieces under the sudsy water. Fortunately for her it broke on top of another plate allowing her to easily throw away the mess. She would have been super pissed if she had to pick glass out of her sink.

The end.

Yes, people have been coming to look at my apartment and it is nerve racking. I think it is my private tendencies that make it so hard for me. These strange people come in, look at your stuff and open closets to reveal more of your stuff! I have this urge to say, "Gawd! Don't you have respect! Don't look at my stuff!" However, I know this isn't sensible because they are here to look at the apartment and get an idea of how big the closets are and stuff. Then I think to myself, "When I came here to look around and the people still lived here I did not look in their closets." Today, one guy even looked in my bathtub. I don't like people, so it is hard for me to let people, no not people, strangers look at my things!

Ok, I am calm now. I'm going to go. . . I don't know, look for a fucking job.