As Sitting Bull's tech-savvy niece would say...
It has been many moons since I last updated my blog.
Our landlords are here right now. THEY'RE MOWING THE FUCKING LAWN.
It's March, in case you don't realise that fact. They obviously don't.
I fucking HATE them.
Melissa and I are going to try and escape to the coffee shop while they're out back. It will be like one of us is kidnapping the other with a gun hidden in a pocket. "Walk Quickly. Don't Run. Eyes ahead but don't make eye contact with anyone. If you fuck this up you're dead.
Our landlords are here right now. THEY'RE MOWING THE FUCKING LAWN.
It's March, in case you don't realise that fact. They obviously don't.
I fucking HATE them.
Melissa and I are going to try and escape to the coffee shop while they're out back. It will be like one of us is kidnapping the other with a gun hidden in a pocket. "Walk Quickly. Don't Run. Eyes ahead but don't make eye contact with anyone. If you fuck this up you're dead.