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My ass is wet. "why is Evy's ass wet?",you ask. well my genius of a father left my car window down, and as some of u may know it rained last night. now the inside of my car is soaked and so is my ass. im a little annoyed but confused at the same time. see i woke up yesterday at 6:30 PM (not an unusual thing for me to do) and I guess I missed a lot while I slept. I've been home all day and gone nowhere, until about 7:50 this morning when I took my sis to work. in all the excitement of my wet car and being pissed that my father did this once again, I failed to notice a very interesting change to my house. Someone had painted my house, but nobody in my house felt the need to inform me. so as I pull into my driveway I take a good look at my house and wonder to myself "is something different? Did someone wash my house? it looks....CLEAN!! Holy shit my dad painted it." But of course me being the ditz that I am the next thing I thought was. "dad did all this in the 15 minutes that I took me to take Liz to work. Holy shit. i guess he's right "el que madruga dios SI le ayuda""
i get freaked out way too easily. while i was writing the above i hear a very strange knocking behind me. of course i freak out thinking that we may have mice again because the sound came from the corner of the room next to the fireplace (where the mouse use to hide at night and run out a scare the fucking shit out of me). point is, it was just my dad outside painting the rest of the house and that funny long stick thing that goes on the roller knocked onto the window and freaked me out.
This is what my life has come to. Rambling about uninteresting things. things that only I think are important enough to mention on my journal.
i get freaked out way too easily. while i was writing the above i hear a very strange knocking behind me. of course i freak out thinking that we may have mice again because the sound came from the corner of the room next to the fireplace (where the mouse use to hide at night and run out a scare the fucking shit out of me). point is, it was just my dad outside painting the rest of the house and that funny long stick thing that goes on the roller knocked onto the window and freaked me out.
This is what my life has come to. Rambling about uninteresting things. things that only I think are important enough to mention on my journal.