toilets
Straight up gangsters came to scrub my toilet.
Door bell rings, I jump out of bed half naked.
Answer the door and 3 thugs are standing there.
"Yo we be here to clean da toilet"
I thought I was going to be murdered and robbed.
After a very uncomfortable 20 minutes they left.
The toilet does infact look great though.
It kind of gave off the horror movie set toilet feeling.
But now its like that nazi Mr.Clean scrubbed me.
Then three random girls locked out of their house knocked on my door.
They asked to come in to get warm.
I made them sit there and listen to my paper on Buddhism.
I think they would of prefered the cold.
Once they left I sort of got some work done.
Emily asked if I wanted to go to coffee, which I changed into getting a meal.
We went to Gus' and got some greasy madness.
The staff there is a bit.. mean, more than that.. harsh maybe is the word.
We headed over to the One World for the Scribbler/Bad Motels show.
The CD artwork is awesome, I forgot mine in Em's purse though.
The show was pretty good, I danced a lot bit.
I think Matt said it best "Lots of bright lights and not enough alcohol".
When the show ended I walked home.
Rob fed me some birthday cake and we talked a bit.
I listenned to CKDU and requested some 53rd and 3rd.
I didn't get it, but I got something similar.
Natalie showed up here drunk at 2 in the morning.
I got very little work done, I am such a doofus.
Ryan smoked a joint with me this morning.
You know to further expand my stretch of not doing my essay.
I went over to Cafe Vienna and had breakfast for supper.
Craig and Alex have to be the funniest pair of brothers on the planet.
Both of them are straight up crazy.
We went for a walk on Quinpool and got coffee.
Craig made fun of my French and it was all around a good waste of time.
Natalie's neighbor had a bunch of free shit to give away.
I grabbed a fan and some wicked wooden cigar boxes.
Mitch said he could tell me secrets because I'm a 'very approachable person', he also said I was 'jolly'.
I love compliments.
I hate the feeling of regret.
I usually don't regret anything.
Door bell rings, I jump out of bed half naked.
Answer the door and 3 thugs are standing there.
"Yo we be here to clean da toilet"
I thought I was going to be murdered and robbed.
After a very uncomfortable 20 minutes they left.
The toilet does infact look great though.
It kind of gave off the horror movie set toilet feeling.
But now its like that nazi Mr.Clean scrubbed me.
Then three random girls locked out of their house knocked on my door.
They asked to come in to get warm.
I made them sit there and listen to my paper on Buddhism.
I think they would of prefered the cold.
Once they left I sort of got some work done.
Emily asked if I wanted to go to coffee, which I changed into getting a meal.
We went to Gus' and got some greasy madness.
The staff there is a bit.. mean, more than that.. harsh maybe is the word.
We headed over to the One World for the Scribbler/Bad Motels show.
The CD artwork is awesome, I forgot mine in Em's purse though.
The show was pretty good, I danced a lot bit.
I think Matt said it best "Lots of bright lights and not enough alcohol".
When the show ended I walked home.
Rob fed me some birthday cake and we talked a bit.
I listenned to CKDU and requested some 53rd and 3rd.
I didn't get it, but I got something similar.
Natalie showed up here drunk at 2 in the morning.
I got very little work done, I am such a doofus.
Ryan smoked a joint with me this morning.
You know to further expand my stretch of not doing my essay.
I went over to Cafe Vienna and had breakfast for supper.
Craig and Alex have to be the funniest pair of brothers on the planet.
Both of them are straight up crazy.
We went for a walk on Quinpool and got coffee.
Craig made fun of my French and it was all around a good waste of time.
Natalie's neighbor had a bunch of free shit to give away.
I grabbed a fan and some wicked wooden cigar boxes.
Mitch said he could tell me secrets because I'm a 'very approachable person', he also said I was 'jolly'.
I love compliments.
I hate the feeling of regret.
I usually don't regret anything.
posted by Lindsay at 11/20/2005
3 Comments:
You know what I say to gangsters cleaning my toilet? No scrubs!
zing!
...went the strings of my heart...
Update: We've talked, albeit briefly (on the phone), although I am greatly relieved. We're going to get together tonight and try to hash things out. We shall see...
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