ARRGHHHHHHH

Oct 15, 2006 11:40

Oh, Donny. Sometimes I could just murder you with a spoon.

So, he Di and I are trying to find a place together, and we've got an appointment to look at a swanky little place today at noon. Last night was our friend Erin's birthday party, but I didn't go because I've been fighting off this wretched cold and nto getting enough sleep besides.

So Donny calls me last night:
"Dude, why aren't you at the party?"
"I'm sick. If I go out and drink and smoke I'll feel worse."
"I'm sicker'n you and I'm here!"
"That's because you're dumber than me!"

So lo and behold who calls this morning to tell me he can't make the viewing because he's too sick?

And I JUST found out from Di that he went to the fucking flea market this morning.

...

If we get this place, he is SO getting the smallest bedroom.

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