I Don’t Care Whose Fault It Was, I’ll Still Blame the Landlord

a few nights ago, the blender died.  there were no rocks in it; just some stuff to make a smoothie.  Brian pressed a button, the blender whirred, and then all of a sudden, the place smelled like fried wires.

i thought maybe the outlet died, since that’s happened in the living room.  Brian assured me it hadn’t, because the carbon monoxide detector that was also plugged in was still working.

the blender was less than a year old.  sure, we got it for like, $17 at Target, but still.  it isn’t like we use it every day, either.  there’s no reason it should already be dead.

it could have been a power surge, i suppose.  but why bother calling the landlord to tell them?  they’ll probably just say that our blender was too big, which is what they said about our a/c unit over the summer–the very same a/c unit we’ve had for the 4 years we’ve lived here and that never caused problems with the electricity before.  i fucking hate them.  i can’t wait to move.