okay so i just opened up this page to blog and THEN THE FIRE ALARM STARTED GOING OFF.
which is semi-holyjesus-distracting. SO UNBELIEVABLY LOUD.
i live in an apartment building. this happens more then i care to talk about. stop lighting shit on fire people and keep worry about cramming more children into a two bedroom apartment.
also. while we are on the topic there is a hallway outside of the elevators (obviously) and people leave all kinds of shit out there for the taking.
this weekend there was a fish tank with the pump removed and laying on the table beside it.
AND THERE WAS STILL TWO FISH IN IT
i don't even know how to finish that sentence.
AT LEAST deal with your fish that you clearly bought as pets from the pet store and brought home and managed to feed daily and care for before today.
how do you decide today is the day that you can no longer do it and walk them down the hall and not even care.
the firetrucks are here. fingers crossed its just an idiot smoking in the stairway and we can get on with this blogging (non)business.
home this weekend. Lindsay.
hahah my brother just asked me if there is anyway to make microwave popcorn not in the microwave.
i do not endorse or agree with microwaves. fundamentally opposed to them actually. what the fuck, how can you think radiating your food with a bunch of radio active 'waves' makes it good for ingesting in your body?
i bet if i invented microwaves tomorrow and no one had ever heard of them there is no way people would be okay with them. fuck we can't even deal with plastic water bottles any more. RADIATION BEAMING INTO YOUR FOOD.
firealarm went off.
so where were we. Lindsay. this weekend.
might be going camping apparently? (probably not, don't get your hopes up)(maybe in your garage)(giant crab 2?)
my friend is finishing teachers college! i will drink to that. hahah oh yes we will drink to that.
thats the lindsay way. liver obliver-y. (good one)
shots. drinks. always a water bottle before the bar. the stupid york with its shitty service and mirrored ceilings. also cab drivers in small towns are real people who aren't just rude and smelly and pissed that you want to pay with credit card. (its a real form of payment, deal with it, i have the option to tip any amount with credit card if you played yours cards differently maybe that could potentially work to your advantage)
alright well i'm spent.
actually before i go i would like to mention that today ian brought home bacon band-aids and also bacon flavoured pop corn.
we are truly related.
also blogger makes safari unexpectantly quit every time i hit publish. whats up with that?