Good News and Bad News
First things first... I need to thank my trusty servant... I mean my, uh, boyfriend (love ya, Gord) for getting me set up with this crazy idea of a journal. Online. Who would have thought.
And now for the topic at hand:
Good news = My housemates and I currently have an abundance of toilet paper, after going four days without it. And by "without it", I mean that two of my housemates went through box after box of tissues, while my third housemate and I hid some toilet paper in the cleaning basket... because we were tired of supplying their toilet paper for them and not even getting so much as a thank-you in return.
Bad news = I'm moving into a new house in the spring with only one of my current housemates and her father has a general dislike for the house we picked.
C'est la vie.
I think that someday I would love to be able to speak in nothing but clichés. For a short period of time. Because let's face it, that would be annoying.
And now for the topic at hand:
Good news = My housemates and I currently have an abundance of toilet paper, after going four days without it. And by "without it", I mean that two of my housemates went through box after box of tissues, while my third housemate and I hid some toilet paper in the cleaning basket... because we were tired of supplying their toilet paper for them and not even getting so much as a thank-you in return.
Bad news = I'm moving into a new house in the spring with only one of my current housemates and her father has a general dislike for the house we picked.
C'est la vie.
I think that someday I would love to be able to speak in nothing but clichés. For a short period of time. Because let's face it, that would be annoying.
posted by Meg @ 6:03 p.m.
1 Comments:
At 10:09 p.m.,
Guido said…
This should be made into a movie... "the great toilet paper war of 2005". Or it's like the Cold War all over again... but with TP instead of nuclear weapons... Russia flinched ;)
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