I spilled fucking bongwater on the fucking couch. The apartment reeks of bongwater. I am an idiot. Bryan is a dumbass for leaving his stupid fucking bong on the ARM of the couch. My Klippan sofa slipcover is RUINED. OH NOES. I must go to Ikea to replace it in all it's yellowness. (I suppose I could launder it.)
I still have not showered. Pooooo. IT'S SMELLY IN HERE. SO ANGRY! STILL HAVE CLOTHES TO FOLD! GRAAAR!
ETA: I read over this and thought to myself, "Now, that's a sentence I never dreamed I'd write. 'I spilled fucking bongwater on the fucking couch.'" It sounds like a sentence I'd write in a story, but nothing I'd use to accurately describe something that actually happened to me. Wow. I'm so not where I'd pictured... hell, five years ago? Not that it's a bad thing. I like my life. But holy cow. Just makes ya wonder.
I still have not showered. Pooooo. IT'S SMELLY IN HERE. SO ANGRY! STILL HAVE CLOTHES TO FOLD! GRAAAR!
ETA: I read over this and thought to myself, "Now, that's a sentence I never dreamed I'd write. 'I spilled fucking bongwater on the fucking couch.'" It sounds like a sentence I'd write in a story, but nothing I'd use to accurately describe something that actually happened to me. Wow. I'm so not where I'd pictured... hell, five years ago? Not that it's a bad thing. I like my life. But holy cow. Just makes ya wonder.