Some things that suck and some other things that don't

[triedunture]

RAD: The laundromat was empty and I got one of the big washers. Eff it, I think that's rad.

RUBBISH: I proposed to my roommate that he pay me to clean up the apartment instead of hiring a cleaning lady. I laid out my points: we're both busy, and the kitchen gets a little messy without constant TLC, and I'd happily clean up after both of us with some coin in my pocket.

He then told me he'd lost his job a week ago. And that, huh, maybe he should be the one cleaning. WTF, roommate? If you have all this free time, can't you wash a plate?

RAD: jackpy is drawing me the most yummy Jooster lurv on commission. It's giving me all sorts of naughty fic ideas. Well, okay, just one naughty fic idea.

RUBBISH: This femslash Jooster is not going well at all. I write two lines, then give up. I just can't get into it anymore.

RAD: The blood bank gave me a $25 MasterCard for donating!

RUBBISH: I need that money to buy cabbage and other cheap-ass foodstuffs. Can't do anything fun with it, like buy things I actually want.

RAD: I did my awesome thing for the week!

RUBBISH: My awesome thing is sort of awful.

RAD: Joe and I are gonna go to a lesbian bar Thursday.

RUBBISH: Unless I meet a Fine Lady there, I have no plans for Valentine's Day. *L against forehead*

That's about it!

Comments

[hwshipper.livejournal.com]

Have to say I'm amused by your awesome thing. I can't stand Jeremy Clarkson, but Jezza? Hurrah! And if you ever want to run a possible Americanism past a Brit, let me know.

Wonder what Jezza makes of picture no 4 here?

[triedunture.livejournal.com]

That car is adorable! But Jezza would think it poofty.

[jackpy.livejournal.com]

I lent that book to a friend some months ago! If you're interested I could try and see my way into fanoodling it off of him and shipping it to you?

[triedunture.livejournal.com]

*puppy wibbly eyes* Oh FRABJULOUS DAY. I would return it posthaste. No rush to tear it from your friend's clutches, but I would love to read it.

[pinglederry.livejournal.com]

I'll be your date. :) *flutters eyelashes* I mean, I'll be in Chicago, which is marginally closer to NYC than Santa Cruz. It's even almost not quite in the same time zone! This is destiny, man! Maybe I could even mail you the stuff I keep being too broke and lazy to mail you while I'm there. Although there might be ants in the package. There's ants in everything these days, as far as I can tell.

[triedunture.livejournal.com]

You're really selling this.

[pinglederry.livejournal.com]

I get this weird tingly antspider-sense that you may be being slightly sarcastic. I'm probably way off base, though.

I mean, come on! We'll both be in major cities at the same time, walking about and doing stuff, with only the tiny flimsy barrier of less than eight hundred miles between us! We might run into each other! We could hypothetically maybe even get dinner together! It'll be fun! It's almost not quite my 21st birthday, so I'll be able to stare longingly at all the wonderful beverages not yet available to me, which always brings endless enjoyment. Maybe if I tell them I'm a recovering alcoholic, they'll even give me a free drink! (I'm not, but friends tell me I'll make a great one some day. I think it's supposed to be a compliment.) And you can go on and on about your awesomeness and I can give you that stupid book I can't seem to mail and some prime Californian chocolate or avocados or something else prime and California-y to make up for my mail-failure, and we can have a grand old time.