there's a very pitiful dog across the street that does nothing but share its separation anxiety with the whole block by barking and whining.
not that this is at all what it looks like, but i see this in my mind
and i can sympathize as this week i am left alone by myself, kind of in this state of "i don't really know what i want to do". maybe i'll go tear up some pillows and dig a hole in the bed.
to make matters worse, i've had chores that need to get done. my washing machine broke days ago and laundry has piled up. there's a note saying it would be fixed on the 1st. but then it looked like someone came and took it apartan d at least looked at it. will it be done soon?? my landlord called me last night to ask if i would be around to let the guy in to repair the washer at 11am in the morning as he would be in detroit. i enthusiastically said "sure", and mentioned it was my day off, and i was eager to get the laundry done. so my landlord thanks me and then goes into a list of all the things he'd rather do on his days off: go to the beach, catch a movie, hit the bars, hang out with some friends.... and as he's going on, i'm feeling totally guilty that i'm even agreeing to hang out to wait for this dude to fix a machine, just so i can sit inside and wash my clothes.
so, here i am pretty much, whining to you guys. looking out the window on this gorgeous day. waiting on this dude to show up and it's past 11am, thinking "why am i doing this?" i should totally be at the beach. i should be out having fun with my day.
across the street, the dog has stopped making noise. and now i see that someone has taken it out and is going for a walk.
apparently someone loves it. my sympathy is gone.
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scheduled maintenence guy who was supposed to be her at 11am arrived at 8pm. i don't know if i could properly produce the "9-hour window stink eye", i'd have to seriously uglyup.
not that this is at all what it looks like, but i see this in my mind
and i can sympathize as this week i am left alone by myself, kind of in this state of "i don't really know what i want to do". maybe i'll go tear up some pillows and dig a hole in the bed.
to make matters worse, i've had chores that need to get done. my washing machine broke days ago and laundry has piled up. there's a note saying it would be fixed on the 1st. but then it looked like someone came and took it apartan d at least looked at it. will it be done soon?? my landlord called me last night to ask if i would be around to let the guy in to repair the washer at 11am in the morning as he would be in detroit. i enthusiastically said "sure", and mentioned it was my day off, and i was eager to get the laundry done. so my landlord thanks me and then goes into a list of all the things he'd rather do on his days off: go to the beach, catch a movie, hit the bars, hang out with some friends.... and as he's going on, i'm feeling totally guilty that i'm even agreeing to hang out to wait for this dude to fix a machine, just so i can sit inside and wash my clothes.
so, here i am pretty much, whining to you guys. looking out the window on this gorgeous day. waiting on this dude to show up and it's past 11am, thinking "why am i doing this?" i should totally be at the beach. i should be out having fun with my day.
across the street, the dog has stopped making noise. and now i see that someone has taken it out and is going for a walk.
apparently someone loves it. my sympathy is gone.[edit]
scheduled maintenence guy who was supposed to be her at 11am arrived at 8pm. i don't know if i could properly produce the "9-hour window stink eye", i'd have to seriously uglyup.
on my flight from cincy to bristol yesterday i had my ipod on while tryin to nap & we experienced some near LOST-like turbulence whilest this song was on & i thought of you