This is going to be a quick, short bitch. I hate my landlord. With a passion. I was planning on doing laundry and shit today, but no. I'm inside cleaning. Why, you ask? Because he's around the building. I don't owe him money or anything, I just think he's a chump. I've actually contemplated crawling down the fire escape with my laundry just to avoid speaking to him. I may need therapy.