Stop, drop, and ROFL
The cracker down the hall keeps messing with the thermometer, always setting it 55 degrees, even when it's freezing outside. Because of the constant fighting over the temperature, the thermometer finally broke, and now it won't go over 60 degrees (and for you Yanks out there, in Mississippi 60 degrees might as well be subzero). Having to bundle up and wear jackets in your own room is not cool.
So, after buying a blanket from Wal-Mart, I got two flat tires. Apparently pot holes don't look like pot holes when they're filled with water. Five flat tires in six months. Wee! I basically had to cruise on a spare and the not-as-flat tire at about 30mph all the way back home. At least I won't be able to go to work tomorrow.
However, I had a good time earlier tonight hanging out with Blake. Except for the following exchange:
Blake: Is this a date?
Me: No.
Blake: OH THANK GOD!
While I don't have any feelings for Blake (anymore, ahem), I'll be goddamned if I don't want everyone I meet to fall desperately in love with me.
So, after buying a blanket from Wal-Mart, I got two flat tires. Apparently pot holes don't look like pot holes when they're filled with water. Five flat tires in six months. Wee! I basically had to cruise on a spare and the not-as-flat tire at about 30mph all the way back home. At least I won't be able to go to work tomorrow.
However, I had a good time earlier tonight hanging out with Blake. Except for the following exchange:
Blake: Is this a date?
Me: No.
Blake: OH THANK GOD!
While I don't have any feelings for Blake (anymore, ahem), I'll be goddamned if I don't want everyone I meet to fall desperately in love with me.