a couple came by to look at the apartment and fil forgot to call and give me a 15 minute heads-up so i showed it to them with black eye make-up halfway down my face and crazzy hair and bad breath, oh well. not to mention ten million empty beer and wine bottles stacked high in the corner of the kitchen. then the chick asks to look in the fridge, great. nothing but condiments, tallboys and martini cocktail something-or-others and left-over chicken wings.
and now i am awake.
i should totally be dreaming about grade 5 right now and fluorescent running shoes and waterslides.
