laundry day(s) = suck ass-age
I think I need to enter my parents' house on like, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition... it's fucking falling apart. The roof/ceiling has holes in it, the carpet has been torn up from one of the spare bedrooms, they need a new hot water heater, the air conditioner is creepy loud, and their dryer... is seriously fucked up. It took me two days to do three loads of laundry. Despite what I told my parents, I totally did not mean to spend both Saturday AND Sunday lurking in Austin and in their house, because hello! Real Life beckons.
So again, I did not clean at work, but I can't blame it on my uterus this weekend and I am planning to get up at 5 a.m. tomorrow to go in and clean.
In other news... I went to Austin Comics and got the Umbrella Academy and the first five issues of Buffy: Season Eight, and tried to flirt with the cute comix boy that helped me, but that ended abruptly when he was like "Yeah, the Umbrella Academy is actually really good - I don't like that guy, or his band, but it's Gabriel Ba and I tried really hard NOT to like it, but I did anyway." to which I said (honestly) "Yeah, I tried really hard NOT to like My Chem, but I did anyway." And thus ended the flirting.
So again, I did not clean at work, but I can't blame it on my uterus this weekend and I am planning to get up at 5 a.m. tomorrow to go in and clean.
In other news... I went to Austin Comics and got the Umbrella Academy and the first five issues of Buffy: Season Eight, and tried to flirt with the cute comix boy that helped me, but that ended abruptly when he was like "Yeah, the Umbrella Academy is actually really good - I don't like that guy, or his band, but it's Gabriel Ba and I tried really hard NOT to like it, but I did anyway." to which I said (honestly) "Yeah, I tried really hard NOT to like My Chem, but I did anyway." And thus ended the flirting.