Feb 14, 2006 15:11
I just had to change a tire. Mostly because mine was flat for some reason and no I don't really think Clint's responsible. I do think that it's serious bullshit though.
That bullshit aside, I'm kindof hungry. Valentine's Day is here and, as is the norm even when I have a girlfriend, it has been incredibly dull.
We were cleaning out this house here in town and it was, without a doubt, the most beat-to-shit house we've ever serviced. If I had the pictures available here in front of me I could show you. Let me assure you though, this house was fucked. Graffiti, by the owners. Walls knocked out, by the owners. Empty beer cans stuffed in open wall cavities, also (I guess) by the owners. ANYWAYZ the reason I brought that up is there were alot of post-it notes stuck all around the living room. Mostly around the biggest hole in the wall, where all the beer cans were being used as insulation. These had all kinds of things on them. One of which, for whatever reason, had "St. Ballentine's Massacre" written on it. I was amazed.
PS: "Maybe this world is another planet's hell." -Aldous Huxley
work,
car trouble