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Click to viewMinus that trampy ass 20 something and that abusive husband (begging for a macing) and all the tears, that pretty much sums it up
So, uh, today has been good but, uh, different that my usual Tuesdays... Getting the news about the Ragstock interview was great. My interview is tomorrow at 2:30 and there's no reason why it shouldn't go well. But, as eventful as that was, it got wiped away by the rest of the day. Well, as many of you know, there were big storms yesterday and apparently there was some damage to the roof of my building because when i woke up, an older mid 40ish man who was standing outside of my window scared the shit out of me. It took me a second to remember that because we're in what was once a GIGANITC attic to this mansion, the roof line starts below our windows. After I has recovered from that, I heard one other person from out of sight speaking about damage and clearing out the gutters. A few hours went by and they worked around the roof. While I was reading in the living room, I saw the owner of the disembodied voice- an outrageously cute 20 something with lightened short blond hair from the sun. Whenever he was anywhere within sight from where I was sitting, I would A) covertly look over the top of my book B) water the plants which I think I've now drowned, or C) find reasons to open and close the blinds. A few more hours went by and while I sat in the air conditioned apartment, they were clearly struggling outside in the 90 degree weather and matching humidity. So, at about three, I rolled up a window in the spare bedroom closest to where they were working at the time and asked if either of them would like an Iced tea, water, pop, or a beer? The older guy said no but the his young assistant/son said yes and that he may as well start his lunch now too. I motioned for the assistant to just crawl through the window, asked the older guy if he was sure he didn't want anything, and pointed for the assistant (Cody) to just walk through the door and into the kitchen with me following close behind after closing the window again. Cody stood on the living room side of the kitchen island and I stood on the kitchen side, opening the fridge to see what we had and asking what he wanted. He said a beer would be great, so I picked up a Guinness for me and one for him and in this time he managed to silently move from his side of the island to mine, because when I turned around I almost bumped noses with him. I don't think I could have been more awkward and had no way to move back with my back already against the fridge, so I just kinda wiggled his beer up and gave it to him. We picked two stools and drank our beers pretty much in silence. Then he turned to me and says "I saw you looking through the window." My beer decided that this was the perfect time to abandon ship and I sprayed the entire swig I had in my mouth at the time all over the counter while sputtering at 100mi/min "WHAT! I, I, I don't know what you're talking about. If I was looking out the window it was at the sights, they're windows, made to be looked out of, and...uh, ha...ha... you know, the plants needed watering..." Then I apparently blacked out from embarrassment because the next thing I knew, we were kinda making out, then definitely making out, beers forgotten. Then we kinda hooked up in the kitchen and proceeded to fully hook up there, then in the living room, followed by the bathroom, in three of the five bedrooms, then back to the bathroom because he needed to shower. And that was that. The hour was up and he went back to the roof and I went into the only room not visible from the windows because, seriously, what do you do after that? So yeah, good Tuesday. I think I'm going to call the leasing company and ask who they hired and then start going out there and ripping up shingles so they can come back.
This belongs in a telle novella, seriously.