LJ and other stuffs
I don't update this as often as I used too. It's usually months between posts. I'm surprised I still have a friends list really when all is said and done. Not sure if I'll continue to update the LJ or not.. we'll see.
But I do have an odd story for the night...
We start our tale with all the lights off in the apartment and me snuggled into my bed experiencing the rare treat of true slumber which often evades me. The doorbell rings and then heavy knocking is heard. This of course, gets the dog barking and I jerk awake. I clumsily and quickly throw some clothes on and with blurry eyes, stumble down the hall to answer the door. Standing there is one of the plumbers from earlier who worked on the burst hot water pipe outside my door. The wave of liquor coming off of him was enough to give anyone a contact drunk and he asks me if I have hot water yet. I tell him to hold on, shut the door, and go check the sinks and the bathtub. As I was still half asleep, I only took small notice to the time being 8:30pm. Feeling the water as it poured out, I realized I only had lukewarm water and went to tell the man the news. Before I could get to the door again, he started knocking, which of course, made the dog bark. As I am not at my most gracious after first waking up, I growl something to the dog to get him to quiet down and open the door to tell the plumber that I only have lukewarm water. He frowns and nods his head. He then asks if he can use my restroom.
Being the nice person that I am, I glare at him a moment and then tell him sure. He comes in and uses the restroom, talking the whole time. Yes, you heard me, talking through the door as he uses the restroom. At this point, I slowly realize that this is probably not a professional call. Don't look at me that way, I'm not really alert when I first wake up. I quickly don two daggers. On on my belt and another in the back of my jeans before he finishes and comes out. I am standing in the living room expecting him to leave now and he plops down on my couch. He begins to tell me I can use his shower and even stay the night if I want and then tells me to get my stuff and we'll go. I politely decline a few times before he gets the message.
At this point, I'm not entirely sure to do. He is after all drunk and seemed harmless enough when he was sober and working on the pipe. He sits there just chatting away, so I feed him coffee to sober him up. After two cups of coffee and me repeatedly telling him that I need to go back to bed so I can be up when my boyfriend gets home, (keep in mind this isn't true-but he didn't know that)he finally leaves. Upon leaving however, he says that he'll come by to visit again. I can only stare at him and shake my head.
Yet another reason to move back to Mississippi.
But I do have an odd story for the night...
We start our tale with all the lights off in the apartment and me snuggled into my bed experiencing the rare treat of true slumber which often evades me. The doorbell rings and then heavy knocking is heard. This of course, gets the dog barking and I jerk awake. I clumsily and quickly throw some clothes on and with blurry eyes, stumble down the hall to answer the door. Standing there is one of the plumbers from earlier who worked on the burst hot water pipe outside my door. The wave of liquor coming off of him was enough to give anyone a contact drunk and he asks me if I have hot water yet. I tell him to hold on, shut the door, and go check the sinks and the bathtub. As I was still half asleep, I only took small notice to the time being 8:30pm. Feeling the water as it poured out, I realized I only had lukewarm water and went to tell the man the news. Before I could get to the door again, he started knocking, which of course, made the dog bark. As I am not at my most gracious after first waking up, I growl something to the dog to get him to quiet down and open the door to tell the plumber that I only have lukewarm water. He frowns and nods his head. He then asks if he can use my restroom.
Being the nice person that I am, I glare at him a moment and then tell him sure. He comes in and uses the restroom, talking the whole time. Yes, you heard me, talking through the door as he uses the restroom. At this point, I slowly realize that this is probably not a professional call. Don't look at me that way, I'm not really alert when I first wake up. I quickly don two daggers. On on my belt and another in the back of my jeans before he finishes and comes out. I am standing in the living room expecting him to leave now and he plops down on my couch. He begins to tell me I can use his shower and even stay the night if I want and then tells me to get my stuff and we'll go. I politely decline a few times before he gets the message.
At this point, I'm not entirely sure to do. He is after all drunk and seemed harmless enough when he was sober and working on the pipe. He sits there just chatting away, so I feed him coffee to sober him up. After two cups of coffee and me repeatedly telling him that I need to go back to bed so I can be up when my boyfriend gets home, (keep in mind this isn't true-but he didn't know that)he finally leaves. Upon leaving however, he says that he'll come by to visit again. I can only stare at him and shake my head.
Yet another reason to move back to Mississippi.