It’s all over

[janestarz]

Thank goodness for the police.
Let me explain that. I went skating tonight. It was the perfect weather. First I skated to the # 2 to see if Patrick was there. He wasn’t and I skated happily along. After a round (bovenbuurtweg, horalaan, station, pub for a drink) I went back to #2 again. I rang, and saw there was police standing around.

The mail from the box was gone (it was there at 16.30), and I could see light flashing inside. So I rang three times. The police came towards me, looking for number 22. I told the cop in short what had been going on and that I could see light. He pushed away the blinds through the open window and shone his flashlight inside.

[this starts to sound like a real corny movie]

Anyhoo, Patrick finally opened the door in his boxers, the cop left and I went inside. He had this enourmous bullshitstory about not being able to call cellphones (which he demonstrated) and his parents being upset and all. I mean, how old is he? I was real persistant and he gave me three keys. The one of the hallway to the garage, the garage key and the frontdoor key. He said that he would move out entirely this weekend. So Monday is paintday!

I’m so glad that finally shit came together and that we got the keys!
All those things that seemed so far away are now getting closer: the painting, moving out of this place, having the beerfest! (Having to call Guitargod for the beerfest…eep!) Finally meeting Ozjish and trying to get the rent together every month.

Tomorrow another practice-round with Mirror, and then work. Saturday I’ll visit my mom’s cats and make my cloak. Monday start buying and painting. Yeay!

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*hugs Ozjish and does a victory dance around the room with him*

Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!

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*bends over the keyboard...giggling*

No, really I'm fine! *stupid schoolmates continue typing*

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In some box....somewhere.

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No cardboard boxes. But loads of shoppingbags. Got a mail from him today, saying he'd get the living room empty tomorrow. (TC and I went in today and it was just as we left it three weeks back when we signed the contract). He'll be out by...er...soon.

I'm really in the mood to flame his stuff. Not as in 'shout at them and insult them' but really flame as in ignite, pour spiritus (we've got some handy just in case) and lighter and whooooosh!

Re: Don't know what you're doing, baby that must be art

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Sister can come to paint if she wants. We start monday afternoon with the ceiling. We only have 1 brush though, so she can try to get the bathroom clean.

*smirks*

See if she can try get the smell out.

Nah, it's okay. I think we can use help but not Monday yet. Ceiling isn't large but only yellow *vomits* Who can think of such blasphemy?

I'll call you guys when I need help. Save the mandarinetto for the beerfest?