
Scene from an RP a few nights ago. Poor Anthony is hungover, and Steve looks tired from just dealing with whatever Anthony put him through while crashing at his place. Freckles is trying to keep friendly, despite the two bieng cranky with each other.
The air mattress is still losing air. I can't find wherever the leak is coming from and it's such a slow leak. But, by morning, we're pretty much on the floor and sore as hell. And I can't afford the $30 for a new one yet. Hopefully on payday, however.
Al came over to MOW THE LAWN AFTER DARK last night because, apparently, someone called the Health Department on him because of the house (I don't quite understand why, however, aside from the overgrown grass in the backyard). He refuses to leave a mower over here so I can take care of the lawn and GASP bypass having people call the city on him for stupid shit he keeps putting off and putting off until he gets a kick in the ass for it.
It's so amazingly retarded.
Then he's saying the might want to see inside the house. Which is all well and dandy, beause OUR mess is easily cleanable because it's just clutter. But the things like the wall in the bathroom and the upstairs bathroom ITSELF are things they're going to frown upon (the bathtub is the only thing that's useable in the upstairs bathroom). But whatever.
TJ pointed me to A Softer World last night, which is amazing.
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Date: 2008-11-06 10:38 pm (UTC)I think it involves trying to crawl into bed and being a belligerent drunk.
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Date: 2008-11-07 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-07 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-07 06:36 pm (UTC)