Several things:
ONE. My condo unit finally looks like a real living space now, not just some room with a bed on the floor. The parents came over Friday night, bringing with them the following:
- my fridge (which is decorated with white anti-rust spots. My fridge has pimples!)
- a bed frame
- my mirror (and it’s lovely lovely lovely)
- a foldable table
- a gas tank and a portable burner thing. It’s
weirdugly and scary. Must save up and buy an electric range.
They forgot to bring me chairs, so Daddy Dearest went to the fourth floor and swiped some patio chairs. “If they need it, let them go look for it.” My dad’s bad ass, yo.
TWO. After doing some groceries (I’d like my fridge to hold something that ISN’T water, yes) and getting take-out pizza, I shoo-ed my parents off, sponged the floor (my dad and his dirty boots, egh) and jumped into the shower. I send D a message that he could come over likerightnow.
He gets to my place 20 minutes later with McDonald’s take-out. Kenny’s was closed, so he had to settle for the next best chicken thing. I tell him his Diet Pepsi’s in the fridge (ooh, how I love having a fridge).
At 311am, I wake him up so he can ready himself for work. I give him my extra toothbrush.
Twelve hours later, D is back at my place, asking for a massage and pizza.
And he said he’ll be back sometime around noon today, after basketball practice with a bunch of our co-workers.
THREE. D’s girlfriend quit her job yesterday. She no longer works four floors above us.
FOUR. We have system issues, so no one’s getting much work done. I’ve only had two sales today, 16 this week. This is bad.
FIVE. I haven’t enrolled. NOTcompletelyMYFAULT, the cashier closed on me last Friday. I swear I’ll be a student by Tuesday!
SIX. Program beach trip this Sunday and I is excited. At the same time, D and I are silly-nervous. What if I get drunk and spill our little secret? I told him the only solution to this is to get me dead drunk so I’ll pass out, hence, no word vomit. But neither of us want that (it’s no fun, and he said I might end up spread-eagled on the sand with my panties peeking through for everyone to see). I. Must. Behave.
We’ve agreed that I’m gonna go yell out “D*****, you’re so hot!” in front of everyone, though. ;)
SEVEN. Why isn’t anyone asking for photos of my new place? :P
EIGHT. One week to lose ten pounds!
NINE. I fucking hate the word ‘churva’. With a burning passion. :mad:
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People at work use churva a lot too. I tend to associate it with something disgusting like picking one’s nose to entertain me. So when someone says B is chorva-ing K then I go “Oooh. B is picking K’s nose” in my mind. Juvenile but it passes the time.
So where are the pictures of your place?!!
And whoah! I’m in your LJ VIP! I must link your domain back. Hehe.
heh! ;P i texted you belated happy birthday and you didn’t reply! >_
once you achieve item number eight, please post before and after pictures and a blow-by-blow account on how you did it.
why dont you show us pics of your new place? *angel face* happy now?
lol your dad is a bad ass. so is D still with his girlfriend? doesn’t he spend more time with you? lol
hahaha that’s awesome that you’re dad did that. that kind of seems like something my dad MIGHT do.
i want to see pictures, most definitely! i’m actually interested in seeing pictures of D as well, hahaha.. but i don’t know if you’d be willing to show us those. :P (why doesn’t he break up with his gf already?!)
Ummm.. what does ditz mean anyways?