I am, I guess, here...
So for the last several months I have been fiddle-fucking around with this closet for friends with a new baby. They had an unused room in their gigantic-ass apartment designated for the little pooper, but Odin is almost five months old and hasn't gotten his own room, as I have been, as previously mentioned fiddle-fucking around and as a consequence the room is destroyed, full of sawdust, lumber, power tools, and exposed wiring. I got it almost framed out last weekend then ran out of money, now I have to go to Lowes (fuckers) and get the rest of the stuff I need to finish framing and wiring. It will be palatial when completed with more floor space than my bathroom and a loft for storage above the closet space Odin can use as a club house when he gets a little bit bigger. Two outlets, two recessed lights, and a super secret pass-through option from the parents bedroom, so they don't have to walk halfway around the house to get into the next room to check on him in the night.
Oh and the other evening I was over there eff-effing and James suggested I could come work for him at the Goodwill once he gets done firing half the idiots who are currently wasting time and resources in the shop. Not the actual handi-capable idiots, mostly the perfectly healthy idiots who theoretically work there now. Like for instance the driver who is very blatantly stalking James' supervisor, or some of the warehouse workers who have decided not to work when James is on because he doesn't spend the whole of his shift standing over them like well retards,frankly.
It snowed here two weeks ago and it's so damn cold there is still snow partially blocking my driveway, though that might have more to do with my laziness, than meteorology. Why the fuck is it called meteorology if it has nothing to do with meteors?
Shit! Jennifer is here I gotta go.
Oh and the other evening I was over there eff-effing and James suggested I could come work for him at the Goodwill once he gets done firing half the idiots who are currently wasting time and resources in the shop. Not the actual handi-capable idiots, mostly the perfectly healthy idiots who theoretically work there now. Like for instance the driver who is very blatantly stalking James' supervisor, or some of the warehouse workers who have decided not to work when James is on because he doesn't spend the whole of his shift standing over them like well retards,frankly.
It snowed here two weeks ago and it's so damn cold there is still snow partially blocking my driveway, though that might have more to do with my laziness, than meteorology. Why the fuck is it called meteorology if it has nothing to do with meteors?
Shit! Jennifer is here I gotta go.