Jun 25, 2008 15:51
It's like a stunt motorcyclist is practicing right outside my window.
Or maybe...
A giant is blowing air into his old Nintendo game...
either way, a storm is brewing here in the Bay.
And I just got back from the library with a few books to read.
My room is almost completely cleaned. I have two baskets of clean laundry to hang up; I have one hamperful of dirty laundry to do. Shoes to put away and a floor to vacuum.
My desk is organized; there isn't much room on my dresser top, but it is organized, too.
The kitchen has been cleaned about forty bajillion times, but it looks like I haven't touched it. I think I shall put some chicken bones at the entrance and maybe she'll keep her filthy food-stealin' hands away from my hard earned groceries. Gadammit.
Something fell on the porch because of the giant motorcyclist playing videogames. It was the screen door.
I think that is my room is organized enough everything else will fall into place; namely, a new job and money. Which means I will pay off the debts I owe. Which means that I can save up for: paying off the student loans, a reliable vehicle, and a new place to live, to make a home so that I don't have to stay here in this moocher-filled land of excessive use of recreational drugs and infidelity.
Yep. It's about to rain.
roommates,
rain,
future,
hope,
storm