Tuesday, April 26, 2005
It just gets better and better.
Mary's torch just died, so they've stolen my extension cord and plugged G-Money's halogen bedside lamp in.
It would be amusing if it wasn't so sucky. Poor Mary.
Mary's torch just died, so they've stolen my extension cord and plugged G-Money's halogen bedside lamp in.
It would be amusing if it wasn't so sucky. Poor Mary.
ANZAC Day: A day for remembering those who died for our freedom...
Or, if you live in our flat, a day of extreme oddness, culminating (is that the appropriate word?) in G-Money, Mary and George standing outside in the cold darkness tapping putty out of Mary's window because she locked herself out of her room.
Don't you love landlords who don't fix door knobs?
So, today, G-Money bought a car. G-Money, Mary, Seamus and myself went out for brunch to celebrate. Seamus had a nervous breakdown because he hadn't brushed his teeth. We went to The Warehouse in Kilbirnie (massive. MASSIVE. Freaking huge, in fact) and bought many a heater, plus a few assorted items such as an X-Men colouring-in book. We came home. We went to Porirua. We came home again. I made pumpkin soup for dinner. G-Money and myself went to church to practise the Wedding Song of Doom. Steff became strangely optimistic. G-Money, however, become ever so slightly stressed and needed KFC to calm his nerves, poor dear (hambeast), so on the return trip to the flat he ate his coleslaw while steering with his knees and I changed the gears. And then he and Seamus stole a dishwasher. And then Mary locked herself out of her room, which brings us to where we are now.
God defend New Zealand. Lord knows us fucking morons can't do it.
Or, if you live in our flat, a day of extreme oddness, culminating (is that the appropriate word?) in G-Money, Mary and George standing outside in the cold darkness tapping putty out of Mary's window because she locked herself out of her room.
Don't you love landlords who don't fix door knobs?
So, today, G-Money bought a car. G-Money, Mary, Seamus and myself went out for brunch to celebrate. Seamus had a nervous breakdown because he hadn't brushed his teeth. We went to The Warehouse in Kilbirnie (massive. MASSIVE. Freaking huge, in fact) and bought many a heater, plus a few assorted items such as an X-Men colouring-in book. We came home. We went to Porirua. We came home again. I made pumpkin soup for dinner. G-Money and myself went to church to practise the Wedding Song of Doom. Steff became strangely optimistic. G-Money, however, become ever so slightly stressed and needed KFC to calm his nerves, poor dear (hambeast), so on the return trip to the flat he ate his coleslaw while steering with his knees and I changed the gears. And then he and Seamus stole a dishwasher. And then Mary locked herself out of her room, which brings us to where we are now.
God defend New Zealand. Lord knows us fucking morons can't do it.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Right now.
I'm sitting in the room of a flatmate whose nickname I cannot remember, and emailing Wonderboy. Well, I was. Well, I'm still sitting here, but am no longer emailing him. Isn't that exciting to know?
I did nothing today. I baked some biscuits. And I left the house! But basically, nothing. I was part of the wonderment of constructing a wonderful epic saga in three parts:
Sean Robertson and the Steel Pincers of Doom:
In which Sean sets out in search of his father who has been temporarily mislaid for twenty years, meets the manly man Sock and his dog Shep, Yodallum dies, and they rescue Princess Mononoke.
Sean Robertson and the Starrenberg Meadows:
In which Sean and the others find crucial information from a duck called Barrie.
Sean Robertson and the Secret of Styris:
In which Sock gets the girl, and Sean finds his father.
And said flatmate has been to boy-love, I find. But not to /mary, I think. And now said flatmate is pissed off with G-Money about going to look in a dumpster. Can't say I blame him. It's freezing.
I'm sitting in the room of a flatmate whose nickname I cannot remember, and emailing Wonderboy. Well, I was. Well, I'm still sitting here, but am no longer emailing him. Isn't that exciting to know?
I did nothing today. I baked some biscuits. And I left the house! But basically, nothing. I was part of the wonderment of constructing a wonderful epic saga in three parts:
Sean Robertson and the Steel Pincers of Doom:
In which Sean sets out in search of his father who has been temporarily mislaid for twenty years, meets the manly man Sock and his dog Shep, Yodallum dies, and they rescue Princess Mononoke.
Sean Robertson and the Starrenberg Meadows:
In which Sean and the others find crucial information from a duck called Barrie.
Sean Robertson and the Secret of Styris:
In which Sock gets the girl, and Sean finds his father.
And said flatmate has been to boy-love, I find. But not to /mary, I think. And now said flatmate is pissed off with G-Money about going to look in a dumpster. Can't say I blame him. It's freezing.
