Bounce On The Devil, Put The Pedal To The Floor
I've been stuck in the house a lot lately, and it's been raining like crazy. I haven't started running yet, cause I hate running on cement, the track at MHS is being completely re-done and there's kids playing soccer at the school down the street from me. So, that track is out of the question too. The rain wouldn't stop me from getting some exercise, but MPS is still in session so I'd have to run around a bunch of kids on a playground.
I just helped Uncle Jim put this new desk in our house. It was heavy as hell. For some reason, my parents always insist on buying the heaviest fucking pieces of furniture and it pisses me off because I always get roped into moving it. Oak cabinets with lots of glass and lights we never turn on which would highlight the things inside. I had Uncle Jim fix the exhaust fan in our bathroom because it makes this high-pitched squeling noise whenever you turn it on. It was very dusty and it needed a little oil.
On top of all this, I helped Brehnt find a job. Not single-handedly, though. My sister mentioned him to her manager at McDonald's and he got an interview. He should be hired tomorrow.
My Dad called the police and informed them that people were speeding down our street. He also told them they could sit in our driveway and stop people as they go by. They next day there was a spedometer in front of our house. The day after that, there was a cop sitting in our driveway the whole day. He's been coming back every once in awhile. It's only 25 mph down here, but people go 50 simply because they can get away with it.
Dorothy D.
I just helped Uncle Jim put this new desk in our house. It was heavy as hell. For some reason, my parents always insist on buying the heaviest fucking pieces of furniture and it pisses me off because I always get roped into moving it. Oak cabinets with lots of glass and lights we never turn on which would highlight the things inside. I had Uncle Jim fix the exhaust fan in our bathroom because it makes this high-pitched squeling noise whenever you turn it on. It was very dusty and it needed a little oil.
On top of all this, I helped Brehnt find a job. Not single-handedly, though. My sister mentioned him to her manager at McDonald's and he got an interview. He should be hired tomorrow.
My Dad called the police and informed them that people were speeding down our street. He also told them they could sit in our driveway and stop people as they go by. They next day there was a spedometer in front of our house. The day after that, there was a cop sitting in our driveway the whole day. He's been coming back every once in awhile. It's only 25 mph down here, but people go 50 simply because they can get away with it.
Dorothy D.