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How Do I Get You Alone?
Apr. 26th, 2013 03:09 pmSo we got a house. I no longer fantasize about wrestling the television remote away from anyone and beating them about the head with it. I am free to watch Parks and Recreation in the evenings or do, you know, WHATEVER I WANT.
The new neighbor is really nice despite the fact that I simultaneously blared Heart's "What About Love" from my office whilst throwing up in my backyard just now. I realized how loud it was as I was bent over a pile of rocks hurling strawberryorangebanana Crystal Lite from the depths of my guts. I thought I'd be nice and pull in the Green Waste can from our sidewalk instead of letting my boyfriend do it. WELL I SHOULD HAVE LET HIM DO IT. It had the remnants of something not at all green in it and it smelled disgusting. After yaking, I ran into the house and sprayed Burberry perfume everywhere, which is so strong it normally gives me a puking headache. It did the trick (masking the scent not giving me a puking headache).
Other problems include The Boyfriend spending all his free time at the old place, the old roommates wanting to come over and do laundry (That's a negative, Ghostrider), and dinner. I purchased this apron to aid in the process, but it doesn't seem to be working. *Shrug.*
But the good outweighs any bad. I have my own office which I've ordered a lilac sleeper sofa for. I've put shit like this and this all over every surface I own. I bought and put together swively barstools which I eat Grapenuts each morning in. The Boyfriend got me 3 Ikea dressers so I can sufficiently stuff every wifebeater I possess in one. And best of all, I have my privacy and sanity back.
Life is good. Cept for whatever's in the Green Waste can. That's got to go.
The new neighbor is really nice despite the fact that I simultaneously blared Heart's "What About Love" from my office whilst throwing up in my backyard just now. I realized how loud it was as I was bent over a pile of rocks hurling strawberryorangebanana Crystal Lite from the depths of my guts. I thought I'd be nice and pull in the Green Waste can from our sidewalk instead of letting my boyfriend do it. WELL I SHOULD HAVE LET HIM DO IT. It had the remnants of something not at all green in it and it smelled disgusting. After yaking, I ran into the house and sprayed Burberry perfume everywhere, which is so strong it normally gives me a puking headache. It did the trick (masking the scent not giving me a puking headache).
Other problems include The Boyfriend spending all his free time at the old place, the old roommates wanting to come over and do laundry (That's a negative, Ghostrider), and dinner. I purchased this apron to aid in the process, but it doesn't seem to be working. *Shrug.*
But the good outweighs any bad. I have my own office which I've ordered a lilac sleeper sofa for. I've put shit like this and this all over every surface I own. I bought and put together swively barstools which I eat Grapenuts each morning in. The Boyfriend got me 3 Ikea dressers so I can sufficiently stuff every wifebeater I possess in one. And best of all, I have my privacy and sanity back.
Life is good. Cept for whatever's in the Green Waste can. That's got to go.
