The good news is...
... that my roomie is not a serial killer, nor is she an obsessive follower of reality tv shows. She has a car, bought me tooth-paste, took me shopping, and... did I mention she has a car?
Hurricane Katrina hasn't reached this far north on the coast: however, it did spell grey hippo-like clouds that crushed the horizon and my roomie's car's windshield this afternoon, bringing rain and sweatshirts out under human eyes. A comfort after the heated humidity of the past few days.
I now am the proud owner of a plasma ball, a joyous creation that looks like this:
I also have my own table lamp, a morbidly--deliciously so-- black comforter and a laundry basket, wearing the same livery.
In short-- territory has been marked. Tribe members have been ascertained. And the hunt, with tomorrow's classes, will begin.
Hurricane Katrina hasn't reached this far north on the coast: however, it did spell grey hippo-like clouds that crushed the horizon and my roomie's car's windshield this afternoon, bringing rain and sweatshirts out under human eyes. A comfort after the heated humidity of the past few days.
I now am the proud owner of a plasma ball, a joyous creation that looks like this:
I also have my own table lamp, a morbidly--deliciously so-- black comforter and a laundry basket, wearing the same livery.
In short-- territory has been marked. Tribe members have been ascertained. And the hunt, with tomorrow's classes, will begin.
posted by The Wizard of Odd at 3:49 PM
1 Comments:
you got a plasma ball! wowie! ga-zaowie!
you know though, the most normal looking people turn out to be whacko inside. heh heh. norman bates type. ;D
good to know your roomie's cool though.
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