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Portable LJ: in between lives
Aug. 12th, 2002 04:08 pmMy period kicked in hard today. I could hav huessed it would pick the perfect day (while moving). Very painful too.
So I broke some desertglasses while packing and I slaughtered my thumb with the 0.5 liter of glass that was on the floor (filled a milkcarton nicely). Pretty ouch. I'm on a roll this week. Also broke one of Gassy's glasses which was reason enough for her to break the silence and declare verbal war. That was a nice "have a nice life and rot in hell" conversation.
This morning TC picked me up with her car and we drove to #2. We changed the extra lock on the front door and started the cleaning-havoc. The bathroom had to be done twice before all of the fungus went away. Tommy's mom came over and helped clean. We have already installed all of the kitchenstuff and I laid out my blanket and sleepingbag on the floor. We're on an official LJ-writing break: tea, pizza (ow yes, cutiepie indeed), music, the works. On our tummy on the floor.
So aaround 7.30 pm I'm expecting my brother to come and help move the larger stuff here: bed closet, desk, tv, everything else. So far we're just done with the kitchen.
Oh, by the by, Patrick still hasn't move out yet. ~~The Whore~~ That was a fun surprise. The bedroom was deemed "throw all junk in here" room and his bed is now filled with remaining kitchen-junk and bathroom-junk. I mean: how the hell did he expect us to swallow it all and move in? There were about six razors without blades in the bathroom next to several used cans of something I don't want to know what.
Then there was the rust, fungus, wet and dried up pee in and outside of the toilet. God it was a mess.
We're still trying to get the airfreshener/Patricksmell out of here by burning insence and eating steamy pizzas and throwing chloor and soap around like it's cheap. The clash of the scents. Heheh. It hurts my head *ow*.
Well, I think I'll await my brothers call that he's on his way and read or design something (goth dresses). Later gator!
So I broke some desertglasses while packing and I slaughtered my thumb with the 0.5 liter of glass that was on the floor (filled a milkcarton nicely). Pretty ouch. I'm on a roll this week. Also broke one of Gassy's glasses which was reason enough for her to break the silence and declare verbal war. That was a nice "have a nice life and rot in hell" conversation.
This morning TC picked me up with her car and we drove to #2. We changed the extra lock on the front door and started the cleaning-havoc. The bathroom had to be done twice before all of the fungus went away. Tommy's mom came over and helped clean. We have already installed all of the kitchenstuff and I laid out my blanket and sleepingbag on the floor. We're on an official LJ-writing break: tea, pizza (ow yes, cutiepie indeed), music, the works. On our tummy on the floor.
So aaround 7.30 pm I'm expecting my brother to come and help move the larger stuff here: bed closet, desk, tv, everything else. So far we're just done with the kitchen.
Oh, by the by, Patrick still hasn't move out yet. ~~The Whore~~ That was a fun surprise. The bedroom was deemed "throw all junk in here" room and his bed is now filled with remaining kitchen-junk and bathroom-junk. I mean: how the hell did he expect us to swallow it all and move in? There were about six razors without blades in the bathroom next to several used cans of something I don't want to know what.
Then there was the rust, fungus, wet and dried up pee in and outside of the toilet. God it was a mess.
We're still trying to get the airfreshener/Patricksmell out of here by burning insence and eating steamy pizzas and throwing chloor and soap around like it's cheap. The clash of the scents. Heheh. It hurts my head *ow*.
Well, I think I'll await my brothers call that he's on his way and read or design something (goth dresses). Later gator!
