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Posted on 2006.05.23 at 17:45
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.
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.
