Sundays Hate Campaign: The Return.

I know I haven't written my SHC for like, a month, but to be honest, I've not really been grumpy about anything enough to feel the need to write about it. But this weekend, something evil happened to me. Something that chilled me to the bone.... Housework. My dad bought me two new cabinets to go in my room and as a result, I had to sort though all of my things to put them into the cabinets. Saturday night I was putting away my vinyls into on of these cabinets, I push the vinyls to the back and, like, my stereo is on top of this cabinet, right. So when I push the vinyls, the whole thing moves backwards and something comes crashing down onto my head. I look down and see a full, glass bottle of Ouzo. A fraggin bottle of Ouzo fell on my head! So now I'm sitting there with my head in my heads, yelping in pain. I mean srsly, I'm surprised the damn thing didn't knock me the fuck out. I have a huge bump on my head, as well as a bruise, now. So now I'm wandering around the house look like fucking Greedo. I had to put a pack of ice on that shit! The last time I did any house work before that was some mild vacuuming, and that led to a stubbed toe. I mean really, why is it so dangerous? Surely someone would have figured out a safe way to clean a fucking toilet? Even the cleaning products could kill you! Bleach! fucking bleach actually has the ability to kill you and you keep it under the fucking sink? shits fucked up!