hung up
oh yeah, btw, my house is totally unsafe. a criminal, with half a brain, even if he is considerably drunk, can break in within a minute or two. after smashing a brick unsuccesfully against the basement door, despite the fact that the bolt jumped out of the latch. as long as L hasn't yet picked up J's futon frame from my garage. which leads me to realize there is another good reason to recall all of the wayward keys, from all of my wayward ex's, to my house. so that i can have an alternative means of getting back into it. i mean, other than the set of keys which were speeding away at 80. and to think, i got about ten paces up the road towards knocking on someone's door across town at 2am, on probably their first night back in town, and waking them up, so that i could get a key to my house. i mean, that's better than walking to maine, isn't it? the front door key that they have is totally unreliable anyway, and they're probably not back from china yet. so see, no reason to walk to maine.
you know, eyeing up a second story half-window, in this situation, and figuring that one can squeeze through it... lots of fun. try it.
i sleep now.
you know, eyeing up a second story half-window, in this situation, and figuring that one can squeeze through it... lots of fun. try it.
i sleep now.