where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
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madman101

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Hey - turned out to be an interesting flip-flop day. 

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.
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