crunch time...
2002-10-27 ~ 4:28 p.m.

i hate this place...loooong entry all typed out...then poof!

so anyways...i was saying stuff.

updating about how i was sprawled nekkid, sleeping soundly in my bed when the phone rang...

it was a trey...asking if i wanted to go to "boo at the zoo"...and i was thinking drunk carla is sleeping, and that is good. so i found the cradle for the phone and rolled over...snuggling down into the comforter.

and then the phone rings again...wtf?

and it is a mouse...? wtf?

hahahahahaha

so it seems that the mouse decided to take comrade her cell phone, but did not know exactly where she lives...so she found my number on comrade's cell phone and called me...

well, i know comrade's last name and the numbers...but be damned if i know the apartment number. hell, at this point...i am lucky to know the last name. wise-ass... haha

so i scramble in here to the computer to search diligently whilst mouse is going from apartment to apartment, knocking...and it all sounds very funny and cute. "hi, sorry to disturb you...but do you know a neighbor named karen? tall, red hair? okay...no, thank you" i am laughing and reverse searching...

so then i call comrade's cell...and it has found its way safely back in to her hands...and then my phone rings yet again...and it is trey. and he says to "look outside"...and i say..."oh shit, i need clothes...nooooo"

so, i am back...after a detour of playing cinderella with a heart breakingly beautiful little girl...and having some jive chat with a trey.

i am dressed, but not ready to face the day. i need to undress now, and shower...and wash away the block party residue.

there is laundry to do, a kitchen to straighten and a floor to vacumm...

ahhhh, sweet distraction.

while the suspension still sucks, i am thinking an oil change might help things a bit. *things to ponder over a little smoked ham*

i need to be shot in the head.

it was nice to see old faces last night...to be so close to some new ones, even. christina looks good...if not very high...and i will be more than happy to drag comrade's ass to a cajun restaraunt to hear her play. bring on the motherfucking distractions...bring on the superglue. i am in this, whether i like it or not.

and today, so far, my heart has only leaked once.

crunch time...gotta jet

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