Oh My Dear God

[lithera]

That... That was one of the worst days I've had in awhile. I'm glad Cody and I are fairly chill with each other ore this would have been really horrible.

I arrive at the house at 9. Cody is already there.

At noon we stuff my car full of the first run to the dump. There are like... I don't know.. 10... 12.. bags of crap that we ditch. Kiss good bye some money, spill my drink all over the inside of my car and Cody... And we come back. We tackle the basement.

Which actually took us only an hour and a half. Then we get to the dump where there is now a line. Down the road. Around the corner and to the next street.

So... Yeah. That was fun.

I... I can't even explain how we were totally messed up at the end of that. We were thinking of making prank phone calls which went something like... ".... Hey, how is it.... *static* OH my GOD! It's moving... I thin...*static* I.... Dear God... What is it?" You know.. Or something like that.

I can't really explain how tired I am. I keep drifting off mentally.....

Erg.

Comments

[sharkcowsheep.livejournal.com]

Tracer X has had drinks dumped on it before, and understands.

Also, you should totally have made those phone calls.

[lithera.livejournal.com]

I know he understands. I just feel abusive these days. Bleh.

Heh. I should have but I didn't have enough energy not to just crack up in the middle of the damned thing.

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

[lithera.livejournal.com]

Thanks.