Stepped in the bucket.
Over the weekend I left two cans of coke in the backseat of my car, not really contemplating the damage that heat can do to a can of coke. Nevertheless heat took it's toll and when I returned to my car on Tuesday morning, the tops of the cans had completely blown off, leaving the backseat of my car to look as if I had put a small animal in the microwave, on high, for two minutes.
So after work yesterday I drove my car over to the inspection station and waited in line for an hour (getting approx. 1/5th for the way around towards the actual station) before turning around and going home. Once home I filled a bucket full of water and climbed into the backseat of my car to scrub, an hour later I climbed back out, proud of the great job at cleaning I had done and on the way out, stepped directly into the dirty water left in the bucket. As I dragged my damaged, soaking wet foot into the house with me I felt a little like one of the three stooges. Or maybe more appropriately the fourth stooge that just couldn't get the timing right.
In other news, I. and I are looking for apartments. We hope that C. will move in with us cause she's an awesome person, who we think is fairly responsible and with whom we enjoy hanging out. The apartment that I. and I saw this weekend was really awesome. Lots of things about it that we really liked, but the bedrooms were just too small. I don't spend much of my time in my bedroom or I.'s, but I wouldn't even want to be in it if it's going to be two of us sharing the room and it's smaller than the one that I have by myself now. On a really good note, you never know, not matter how much you talk about it, whether or not you are both really looking for the same thing, yet the more we talked about it this weekend and after seeing that apartment and comparing notes and thoughts, I really am confident that I. and I really are looking for similar attributes. I just hope that C. can agree with our needs/desires.
In funny news, I. and I went to KFC last night and the nice cashie, food-getter-guy made me miss our happy Wendy's lady just cause he was fairly nice. It occured to me last night that I never expect to see an even remotely attractive person working at a fast food place and therefore when I do, I think they end up looking like movie/rock-stars to me just because their mild attractiveness shines like a "come to the light" beacon amongst the dingy-ness of an already made meal.
So after work yesterday I drove my car over to the inspection station and waited in line for an hour (getting approx. 1/5th for the way around towards the actual station) before turning around and going home. Once home I filled a bucket full of water and climbed into the backseat of my car to scrub, an hour later I climbed back out, proud of the great job at cleaning I had done and on the way out, stepped directly into the dirty water left in the bucket. As I dragged my damaged, soaking wet foot into the house with me I felt a little like one of the three stooges. Or maybe more appropriately the fourth stooge that just couldn't get the timing right.
In other news, I. and I are looking for apartments. We hope that C. will move in with us cause she's an awesome person, who we think is fairly responsible and with whom we enjoy hanging out. The apartment that I. and I saw this weekend was really awesome. Lots of things about it that we really liked, but the bedrooms were just too small. I don't spend much of my time in my bedroom or I.'s, but I wouldn't even want to be in it if it's going to be two of us sharing the room and it's smaller than the one that I have by myself now. On a really good note, you never know, not matter how much you talk about it, whether or not you are both really looking for the same thing, yet the more we talked about it this weekend and after seeing that apartment and comparing notes and thoughts, I really am confident that I. and I really are looking for similar attributes. I just hope that C. can agree with our needs/desires.
In funny news, I. and I went to KFC last night and the nice cashie, food-getter-guy made me miss our happy Wendy's lady just cause he was fairly nice. It occured to me last night that I never expect to see an even remotely attractive person working at a fast food place and therefore when I do, I think they end up looking like movie/rock-stars to me just because their mild attractiveness shines like a "come to the light" beacon amongst the dingy-ness of an already made meal.
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