Sunday night: Power goes out, my alarm is turned off, I wake up for my 9:45am job at 1pm.
Monday night: Heater won't work, I sit under three blankets and see my breath all night.
Tuesday night: Can't go Christmas shopping, my truck's e-brake has frozen in the 'on' position.
Wednesday night: Landlords never turned off water to the unoccupied apartment upstairs. Pipes burst, I have to pile everything I own into my truck and drive through a midnight snowstorm to my grandparents' an hour away. Water and ceiling tiles everywhere.
Thursday and Friday: Have an hour commute to work each day, learn my other grandmother is in the hospital. Lock my keys in the truck, but since all my belongings were in the back my spares were right there.
Weekend: Pretty good, visit my grandmother, she's doing okay.
Monday: Take the day off from work so I can clean up my apartment and make things livable. Realize I forgot all my cable, internet, and power cords/boxes at home. Spend four and a half unnecessary hours on the road.
If movies have taught me anything, at some point in the next few days there will be some kind of Christmas miracle and everything will be puppydogs and rainbows.
Good luck with the current shittiness though. Hope you didn't lose anything important to water damage.
My main drawing/writing notebook got soaked, I haven't checked to see how bad of a shape it's in yet. Everything else is perfectly fine, though. Well, I haven't tested out my printer yet, it got soaked along with the notebook which was sitting on it for scanning purposes. But it's been wet before so I'm not worried.
Sooo I had this friend who I hung out with a bunch when I was in 3rd grade and 4th grade. At the end of 4th grade she moved from Dallas to Seattle, and, to be honest, I wasn't that disappointed. Things weren't developing very well, and it was my opinion that I kind of needed a new friend anyhoo. No bad feelings, we can blame the end of the friendship on her dad forcing her family to move, everyone's happy (maybe).
Except, it never ended there. With this glorious contraption that was becoming more and more common in households called the 'computer' along with 'the internet', we managed to keep in touch through emails and instant messages. Now, these have dwindled down over the years, and at this point we don't ever really talk to each other. Ever.
But, one thing she HAS managed to keep up is telling me when she is visiting Dallas so we can hang out.
Now... don't get me wrong. This girl is sweet, and she means well... but GOOD LORD! She is the most conservative, close-minded person I have ever known. I told her in high school I had had sex with my boyfriend of 3 years at the time, and she was scandalized. When I mentioned in college that I had started drinking occasionally (I always pretty up my stories to make them sound not-as-illegal for her), she freaked out so much that she told her mother who then called MY mother to let her know. Thankfully, my mother was so much more badass as a hardcore hippy in the 70s than I can ever strive to be. She handled it well; she gave an appropriate response even though she already knew I was smoking and drinking and didn't give a shit about it.
So, my current dilemma.. she's in town tomorrow and I agreed to spend the day with her. I can't just blow her off, because I believe in social karma. It's silly, I know, but I figure... it's only one or two days out of the entire year I have to put up with it, so why not?
However, I've been wondering the past few years whether I should purposely make it really awkward for her, just so that she can't say anything to the cops but she will lose so much respect for me that she doesn't WANT to hang out with me. I was thinking lighting up a cigarette in my car as soon as I pick her up.
Or, maybe tell her things aren't going s well with your boyfriend, that you don't think you like boys very much at all anymore. And that you've been thinking about her a lot.
Or, maybe tell her things aren't going s well with your boyfriend, that you don't think you like boys very much at all anymore. And that you've been thinking about her a lot.
THIS is why I come to the OB for advice! DO IT. Post pics.
Ugh. My dad went off to go ice fishing quite early this morning. On the way to the lake, his fish house/trailer had the hitch break off. The trailer slid off into the ditch into the snow. Overall damage was minimal beyond the broken hitch, so that part is kinda nice. It could have been pretty bad if it happened on a highway or something.
Still, I got woken up by a phone call and got pressed into helping retrieve this fish house, and then to run errands to get setup to fix it tomorrow. Also I've been drafted to actually help fix it tomorrow.
I don't even fish. I've never actually used this fish house. I have to wonder why I get roped into helping out with these things.
You get roped in because you're not a failure. When you're there, try to be as incompetent as possible without being overly obvious. If they find you to be more of a hassle and conclude it's faster to do things themselves than to ask you, then you may not get asked to help the next time someone breaks something.
Or, maybe tell her things aren't going s well with your boyfriend, that you don't think you like boys very much at all anymore. And that you've been thinking about her a lot.
I could have sworn I had another bottle of Kahlua lying around my apartment, but I cannot find it for the life of me. Either somebody broke into my apartment, ignored my computers and other expensive items just to take a bottle of alcohol, and then snuck back out without leaving any evidence of his visit, or I am just remembering incorrectly and I already drank it.
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It is what all the cool kids are doing.
Ignore my previous comment and in fact climb trees as much as possible. They'll make you a new spine.
Although if you get one that shoots lasers I will have to steal it. They're still being recalcitrant about attaching weapons of SCIENCE! to me.
It's made of titanium though. Is that even magnetic?
Monday night: Heater won't work, I sit under three blankets and see my breath all night.
Tuesday night: Can't go Christmas shopping, my truck's e-brake has frozen in the 'on' position.
Wednesday night: Landlords never turned off water to the unoccupied apartment upstairs. Pipes burst, I have to pile everything I own into my truck and drive through a midnight snowstorm to my grandparents' an hour away. Water and ceiling tiles everywhere.
Thursday and Friday: Have an hour commute to work each day, learn my other grandmother is in the hospital. Lock my keys in the truck, but since all my belongings were in the back my spares were right there.
Weekend: Pretty good, visit my grandmother, she's doing okay.
Monday: Take the day off from work so I can clean up my apartment and make things livable. Realize I forgot all my cable, internet, and power cords/boxes at home. Spend four and a half unnecessary hours on the road.
Good luck with the current shittiness though. Hope you didn't lose anything important to water damage.
I've been here for over a decade and Christmas being in Summer is still weird and wrong.
Actually, Summer in general is weird and wrong. Stupid Sun.
Except, it never ended there. With this glorious contraption that was becoming more and more common in households called the 'computer' along with 'the internet', we managed to keep in touch through emails and instant messages. Now, these have dwindled down over the years, and at this point we don't ever really talk to each other. Ever.
But, one thing she HAS managed to keep up is telling me when she is visiting Dallas so we can hang out.
Now... don't get me wrong. This girl is sweet, and she means well... but GOOD LORD! She is the most conservative, close-minded person I have ever known. I told her in high school I had had sex with my boyfriend of 3 years at the time, and she was scandalized. When I mentioned in college that I had started drinking occasionally (I always pretty up my stories to make them sound not-as-illegal for her), she freaked out so much that she told her mother who then called MY mother to let her know. Thankfully, my mother was so much more badass as a hardcore hippy in the 70s than I can ever strive to be. She handled it well; she gave an appropriate response even though she already knew I was smoking and drinking and didn't give a shit about it.
So, my current dilemma.. she's in town tomorrow and I agreed to spend the day with her. I can't just blow her off, because I believe in social karma. It's silly, I know, but I figure... it's only one or two days out of the entire year I have to put up with it, so why not?
However, I've been wondering the past few years whether I should purposely make it really awkward for her, just so that she can't say anything to the cops but she will lose so much respect for me that she doesn't WANT to hang out with me. I was thinking lighting up a cigarette in my car as soon as I pick her up.
Any other ideas?
Alcohol is generally the cause or solution to most problems. Sometimes both at once.
YES! Do this.
Or, maybe tell her things aren't going s well with your boyfriend, that you don't think you like boys very much at all anymore. And that you've been thinking about her a lot.
THIS is why I come to the OB for advice! DO IT. Post pics.
Still, I got woken up by a phone call and got pressed into helping retrieve this fish house, and then to run errands to get setup to fix it tomorrow. Also I've been drafted to actually help fix it tomorrow.
I don't even fish. I've never actually used this fish house. I have to wonder why I get roped into helping out with these things.
Why didn't this happen Lauren?
...so how the fuck did he get into my apartment?