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LOOK. LOOK AT THIS. I'm not working! And it's 4:00 in the morning! Look at that!
And you know what else? I have tomorrow off, too! Alllll daaayyyy. I don't know what to do with myself. I need to pick up some of my projects. And walk the dog. And wash the car. And play Gamecube. And hang out. And oh God... what will I do??
So, this morning I left for work, only to find my mom's car blocking the driveway. On my attempt to go inside to get her keys, I find that I have locked myself out. My housekeys, apparently, do not work. Keep in mind, I was already five minutes late, which, I will admit, was my fault. But they never notice anyway. So, I had to walk around the house to the bathroom window where my mom was., and the dog jumped all over me at some point during that voyage. But I made it. And she unlocked the door, so I could move HER car that SHE parked right behind MY car and it was MY fault. As always, of course.
I swear, I am not making these up. Although, it feels like it sometimes.
Himitoad says: So, I hear you have a new neighbor. ;)
Jen says: he's a rapist. it's so obvious.
Mr. Ed says: he's like, 90 years old.
Angelot says: uh, hello. what could a 90-year old have to rap about?
This was on my screen after I came home today...
Mr. Ed says: I'm going to return the toilet paper.
Mr. Ed says: I'm going to demand a refund.
Mr. Ed says: I'm going to dismantle that oppressive establishment.
Mr. Ed says: I'm... going to the bathroom. hold on a sec.
Five minutes later...
Mr. Ed says: DAMN them and their toilet paper!
~scribbled by jen sometime around 4:01 AM
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