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[kokopellinelli]

So Keels went over to Justin's tonight, which is about a 2 or 3 minute drive, and she said she'd call when she got there, like she normally does. So I sat with the phone and waited. And waited. And waited. I tried calling, but the line was busy. Justin has been known to leave his computer online while he's at work. I called again. Same. Again. Same.

Finally, about 20 minutes after she'd left, and grumbling to myself, I shrugged into a jacket, grabbed my keys, and went to my car. I drove to Justin's and Keely's car was in the driveway. Good. She'd gotten that far.

I went to the door, rang the doorbell. Knocked. No answer. Rang the doorbell again. No answer. The lights were all on. Rang again. I was almost afraid to look in the window for fear I'd see my roomie's body crumpled at the foot of the (very steep) stairs. I glanced in. No body. Whew. Then I saw a shadow coming down the stairs from the computer room. I moved back to the door.

When she opened the door, she was apprehensive. Who would come by at 9:30 at night? She saw me, gave me a quizzical look.

"So." I said, raising an eyebrow. "Where's my phone call?"

Her eyes widened and she gasped, "Oh my god, I am SO SORRY! I forgot!"

So I went inside, we hugged (we're very touchyfeely), and she invited me to stay for a while since Justin won't be back till midnight. I declined, but I did come in to say hello to the pigs. I haven't seen them for a couple weeks and I think they were like "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? STRANGER!" Guinea pigs with goldfish memory spans.

Anyway, I got home and got inside the door just in time to hear the last ring of the phone. I called Justin's and asked Keely if she'd tried to call. "Yeah. Just want to make sure everyone's safe where they belong this time."

Anyway, it was probably a good thing. Hoss hasn't gone anywhere for several days and I think it did him some good to stretch his wheels.

That was my little adventure for the night. Before anyone asks, no, I'm not mad at my roomie. She's not flaky (I'm actually the flaky one) and it probably did me good to get a little fresh air. But my hands are still cold, and I don't want to make hot chocolate or tea because I've already brushed my teeth and I'm lazy and don't want to do it again. Bah.

Before she left, we had a little fun...Justin gave her a little gag gift for her birthday, and it included a condom. So we unrolled it. Then we filled it with water.

We named it George the Wonderweasel.

George was squishy and stretchy, very strong (I suppose he'd have to be, hmm?). I suggested Keely take George to Justin's house, lay him beside the bathroom sink, and see how long it took Justin to notice. She didn't want to do that. "What would I say?" she asked. " 'Justin, look what I brought, it reminds me of you'?"

So we poked a hole in George's reservoir and I emptied him into the toilet.

It's really not that hard, guys.

I only say that because when I worked on the boats, you would not believe how much pee I cleaned off the toilet seats, the floor, the walls. THE CEILING. I shit you not. I mean, yes, we were on a boat, but it was usually relatively calm water.

Anyway. So that was my night. I'm a wild one, I am.

Comments

[granolasquirrel.livejournal.com]

Oh god... George the Wonderweasel. That's like an instant classic. *snickersnort*

[kokopellinelli]

*bows*

[hellziggy.livejournal.com]

When I worked at a convenience store the men's room was always WAY worse than the women's. And why can't men figure out that the little handle on the toilet, it makes the yellow stuff go away! I swear, everytime I went in there the toilet needed flushing!

[kokopellinelli]

I know. Though in all fairness, when I worked at the hotel, the lady's room OFTEN had urine all over it too, and sometimes more than urine. Of course, the people who used the restrooms most often were the drunks from the bar. I never went into the men's room. I was too scared.