In Which Our Heroine Is Not Evicted

  • Jun. 6th, 2011 at 9:32 PM
the_wanlorn: The Doubtful Guest (Default)
HOORAY FOR ME! I have paid my rent and with the money I earned at the yard sale (people buy the dumbest shit, you guys, and also get all pissy when you won't sell them a never used furby for a dollar wtf?) I have paid all my bills for the month except my internet, which does not even come for another couple weeks. Thank you all so fucking much ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

IN OTHER NEWS. One of my cucumbers has a teeny tiny flower on it. I would post a picture, but it's A) covered by other leaves, and B) still tiny and closed. I'm all excited for it to bloom! My ocean sunburn is peeling for a second time, and my yard sale sunburn is on the verge of its first peel. I spent a couple hours outside with the dog today and lost his tennis ball down the drop off out back, so I have to get some rope and climb down after it on Wednesday.

I think my gf is coming to visit soon, and I'm embarrassingly invested in an embarrassing show and writing embarrassing fic for it. The bossman only yelled at me once in almost a week of work days (so almost two weeks of real time), and, while the landlord's husband did chuck my grill in the dumpster, I noticed it was in there in time and rescued it into the back of my car.

Basically: life is feeling pretty good right now!

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MICHAEL: One evening, a patient was brought into my clinic in the middle of the night. He was tortured so badly I couldn’t believe he was still breathing. A man was with him. It was the man on your radio. I’ll never forget the voice. He put a gun to my head and explained to me that my patient had robbed him and that he wanted me to save him so the pain would last longer. I did what I could. He said to come here for my money — my blood money. There’s a place between life and death. Amazing how long a man can linger there.
PRESCOTT: That’s enough, all right? Okay. Bring everything upstairs. We’re getting out of here. Tony? Tony, can you hear me?
THUG: What the hell is going on?
MICHAEL: I know this guy. He’ll have people outside the bank, in your truck,and on your boat. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.
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