Oct 02, 2010 11:08
So, Søren has this chair.
It's some ugly as sin, shoddily constructed metal death trap with a center bar that oh so conveniently wedges right up your ass when you sit down on the otherwise flat, cold metal planks. The back is all warped, jagged metal sticking up to gouge your fuckin' head if you lean too far back against it, and all around make your smoking experience a living nightmare of misery.
I moved the goddamn thing to the living room so I could start working on Lili's sculpture, stopped for a little bit to take a nap, and when I woke up it was back on the balcony. Søren claims he didn't come home, but.. how a chair moves through a goddamn glass door without a hand to move it is balls, son.
The night before was a lesser experience, but I swear to God the damn thing moved from one side of the balcony to the other. And Søren definitely didn't get home until late that night, since I woke up when he came in the bedroom.
Fucking God, I'll kill that jerk if he did thi
Could have been maintenance? ... WHY DID I NOT WAKE UP THEN HVA
... Maybe I was just high? Did I smoke a bad blunt or somethi
Fuck, I must have had a bad blunt and NOW I AM DYING AND DELUSIONA
... I-I think I need a hug, or perhaps some marshmallows, or even a stuffed anim
I watched that goddamn chair all. night. long. Put it on the opposite side of the balcony, went to get coffee, AND IT HAD MOVED IT'S ASS BACK. Chairtergeist, what do you want from me!?
I am so blitzed from caffeine, maybe I should try that mountain dew shit, yeah that would be good. ... TIME TO GET OUT FOR A BIT yeah yeah, fresh air is good, yeah.
carry on my wayward dane,
the chair from satan,
am i delusional?,
am i dying?,
i'll get you chairtergeist,
fffffffuck,
nah nah can't be,
bad high was bad son