one lonely success

so the only thing about my fancy redland’s apartment that’s not perfect is the lack of an ice-maker. since i’ve lived on my own, i’ve equated social-class with possession of said ice-maker.

for some reason, in my mind filling those plastic trays with water and sloshing them all the way to the freezer is one of the most humiliating experiences one can endure.

my first resolution after moving in was to not become a slave to empty ice-trays. nothing pisses me off more than going to the freezer for some refreshing cubes only to find two empy trays.

i’m happy to report that i have done a fan-fuck-tastic job of keeping my ice bowl perfectly stocked and ready for usage at a moments notice.

this is the kind of shit that keeps me up at night…