POT
Jesus, no internet for 2 1/2 days. I feel so disconnected.
So here's the low-down dirty scoop. Our internet has been "fucked-up" for a little while now, and a few days ago our roomate tells us not to worry, she talked to Comcast and it's a problem in the area, not just our house. Okay, whatever.
So then, it's Saturday night and we're(P&Me)fighting(hell week. We're supposed to be joing the other homos at DDD's but I pumped too much gas and now we're broke. So she's upstairs fuming and I'm downstairs fuming, and she comes blasting into the bedroom, "Holy shit!Guess what?" She called Comcast because our On-Demand wasn't working; turns out the damn bill hasn't been paid in months!! Funny, because we've been handing over our hard-earned greenbacks the whole time!
Fucking bullshit.
Anyway, I mentioned Hell Week last week, and how if I had enough money, I'd go stay in a hotel for a week; I think that woulda been a good idea. It's mostly my fault, but the weekend was a mix of sun and screaming. It's almost over though, and we've stuck it out. Our roomate said we'll be together until we're 99, fighting keeps you young. I think we'll be together that long because our love is stronger than hormones. Thank God.
Okay, I have to get to work now, let's hope this day goes by quickly.
So here's the low-down dirty scoop. Our internet has been "fucked-up" for a little while now, and a few days ago our roomate tells us not to worry, she talked to Comcast and it's a problem in the area, not just our house. Okay, whatever.
So then, it's Saturday night and we're(P&Me)fighting(hell week. We're supposed to be joing the other homos at DDD's but I pumped too much gas and now we're broke. So she's upstairs fuming and I'm downstairs fuming, and she comes blasting into the bedroom, "Holy shit!Guess what?" She called Comcast because our On-Demand wasn't working; turns out the damn bill hasn't been paid in months!! Funny, because we've been handing over our hard-earned greenbacks the whole time!
Fucking bullshit.
Anyway, I mentioned Hell Week last week, and how if I had enough money, I'd go stay in a hotel for a week; I think that woulda been a good idea. It's mostly my fault, but the weekend was a mix of sun and screaming. It's almost over though, and we've stuck it out. Our roomate said we'll be together until we're 99, fighting keeps you young. I think we'll be together that long because our love is stronger than hormones. Thank God.
Okay, I have to get to work now, let's hope this day goes by quickly.