Life's a bitch and then you die... but the paint fumes get me pretty high

Jul 08, 2005 17:26

The rain stopped kinda. Yay! But I still gotta do my laundry. Which I'm doing right now. Aren't ya proud? Anyway, we are most definitely maybe going camping. If Tim hadn't put his tent and sleeping bag in Nick's car then we most definitely would be camping. However, he did and now Nick is nowhere to be found. But I still have my tent. Which is in Phil's car... But I know where Phil is. And my tent sleeps two. And by two I mean one. Sure, the box says two. But Tim's box said it sleeps four and I'll be damned if four people are gonna sleep that close to each other without someone gettin a boner and hurting another person. Also, I want my own tent, dammit.

If you click on my user info you can send me a text message with the computer. Yay technology! So... send me some luv or whatever. Descriptive and graphic sexual comments would be preferred but anything else you can come up with is fine too.

My LPO said he's been hearing good things about me :)

I got off work, took a shower, thoroughly scrubbed with soap, got out, got dressed, and noticed this HUGE spot on my arm that I fucking MISSED. Stupid paint! I managed to get it out of my hair, off my forehead and all the other places paint shouldn't be unless it's edible and there's someone slowly licki......... er... but I missed the GIANT SMEAR ON MY FOREARM! How? I think it was all the paint fumes. They were definitely making me very goofy today. Which was kinda nice. But I digress. Often. Obviously.
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