9:00am - 4:00pm = classes today. Lab took 2hrs. and we still didn't finish. We were making up last week's because she had a meeting. Stupid fuck. I was tired.
5:00pm - 9:00pm = painting. In a space that was not exactly what I would call "well ventilated." We weren't high at all. Nope, not at all. I felt like I was in high school chemistry huffing paint pens and sniffing the chemicals in the back.
Approx. 9:22:21 = Josh throws a full glass of ice water on me while in his car in response to me commenting on how his grandma is a GILF.
Approx. 9:36:56 = We arrive at Wal-Mart to buy me some new pants. I was terrified of future chafing. Didn't get any, but came dangerously close to getting some nice old guy, elastic banded waist, navy shorts (with 5! pockets). HKD calls. Basically hangs up on me. I would have too. I wasn't exactly "myself." Had Wendy's.
10:30pm - 11:45pm = cleaned the funeral home. at night. boo hiss rah. scary. no there were no dead people in there this time. yes, sometimes there are. no, they don't freak me out. no, i don't want to take you with me sometime. you will freak out. or you will be completely disappointed when you don't because you realize it's really nothing special at all. just a lot of hype.
12:23am = bed.
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9 comments:
1.Yay, Joshie!
2. Please explain your thoughts behind writing this sentence, after you lectured me on details in stories: Painting. In a space that was not exactly what I would call "well ventilated."
You were painting in a cave? In the funeral home? In your basement? Tagging a tunnel?
As you so pointedly told me, the story's in the details, is it not?
i laughed out loud at the old man shorts sentence.
oh you make me giggle =)
Actually none of those places sunshine. His old church got a new staircase and wanted it painted. They also needed someone to pour concrete in the mold of the stairs and to lay a laminate tile floor down. They asked him and then he asked me to help. (fyi, they are paying, although it probably won't be a figure that comes close to equaling the amount of work we put into it)
katie, you are welcome.
your fired. you didn't call me back. so i cried all night.
hahahaha.
um what's a GILF?
you are so innocent.
Grandma I'd Like to Fuck.
gah erin is so slow.
i knew what it was immediately.
but wait...does that make me, disgusting, or something?
yes.
leave ME alone, you terd.
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