First of all, last night somone left a message for me on my machine. It was this really cool girl I wasn't expecting to hear from.
Then I found that my my my MySpace was being reviewed by Tom. I was ascared. But then found that it wasn't deleted. Everything was a-ok.
And - ok - I should say I've been putting off finding someone to mow the lawns until I got other things out of the way, like this stupid paper work. For SSA. Well, I got the paperwork done finally. I even included pics of what was going on with the left side of mah face. Then I get to my lawyers office. They told me I didn't have to do the paperwork it was all taken care of already. I was confused. I guess I was sent the same forms twice. rrrrrrrr
Then I decided to take a ride and listen to Coldplay. I wanted change. Action. Fun! And I see all these cars full of happy peeps. Makes me sick.
Nothing happened, so I bought beer.
Oh, I also bough cigs - and the girl at the counter goes, "Are you old enough?!" - hmmmm... I FEEL so olde!
Then I pull into our drive, and this neighbour says he wants to do all the gardening for me. Which is cool, cuz I'm sick of it, myself. So I agree to pay him, and we get our electric mower out and he starts mowing my vacant lot. It's like, if you wait long enough, things just have a way of taking care of themselves.
While I'm talking to this instant gardener, some big white dude comes up and asks me for a gas can. So we go to my car and get a gas can - but he wanted gas in it. ha ha! So I start looking in my car for my emergency supplies and found a syphon. But that didn't reach far enough down into my car to syphon out gas. So I went and found a short hose and we start huffing it and acting like we're high. It was eeeeewwwwwwwwww! I said, well why don't I just drive you to the gas station.
So I drive him to the gas station and he's singing along to Coldplay. Turns out we both love Morrissey and the Smiths. And we're both crazy Irish guys. I give him some cash for gas, and then he comes back and offers me buds and his bowl, but I said rollling papers would be fine. So, I dunno, he was a little dense, I don't know if he's jipping me, or if he's coming back (I think the latter), but I don't really care. It was fun. It seemed he liked me well enough that maybe we'll go see Morrissey in Chicago or something.
So yeah. Bye.