I called the landlord to have someone come fix the shower nozzle that’s stripped but I didn’t tell him about the sink being clogged because last time he charged me for unclogging it. I figured this time around I’d just ask the handyman, Mr. Miyagi, if he could give it a quick look once he was finished with the nozzle. That thimble sized cutie jumped right under there and attacked the problem. I love him so much. From his fluffy baby duckling hair down to his jeans that are rolled up because they’re 7 inches too long. Even the way he smells, a cigarette butt dipped in motor oil, reminds me of happy childhood memories. I was so pleased with his work that I tipped him. It was also hush money because I swear to Madonna if that lil’ shit tells Mr. Prinz and I get charged for it…well, I’m gonna pay it but I won’t be happy.