Every huge romantic disaster i’ve ever had has either began or occurred in the week of October 24th to October 31. What week is it right now? Oh, is today the 24th? Imagine that…
by krisis
Hypothetically, say there’s this girl who you fell for the first time she ever spoke to you. Let’s say you thought her sweetness was a fluke until she started flirting a little. Let’s say you thought it was nothing but then the next week she flirted with you again. Let’s say she put her head on your shoulder. Let’s say she was having a boy friend sleep over for the night, and talks about her nervousness at length. And then let’s say she tells you that she feels like she knows you so well even though you’ve ever spent 4 hours together as you walk her home.
Spoon is now up and running! That makes two fabulous hostees rockin’ the UpRush world!! Soon to come are Cyrillic Alphabet, Nerv Inc., and SpaceKitten!!! And more of me! Whoo-hoo!!!!
Matt claims innocence in relation to the tub. We have both decided to pretend the murky blue water isn’t there and never ever bathe again.
In the “freaky” category, i returned to the apartment from my PiNu meeting to be greeted by a strange scent. Puzzled, i searched (through our two rooms) for Matt, having passed him on my way to the meeting. However, he was nowhere to be found. Attributing the weird smell to the windows being closed while the heat was on, i logged onto the internet, opened some windows, and headed to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, i found the tub full with a murky blue water. The scent connected; it was Ajax cleanser. I had a panicked moment where i thought i had got up to run a bath during my earlier nap, having dreamed of one, but i honestly wouldn’t have known where to find the cleanser. Then i thought for a moment that Matt had drowned himself, but either way i wasn’t too keen on reaching a hand into the tub. So, i just let it sit there. The water level does not appear to be going down, and in a position similar to my stance on the quarter in the toilet issue, i refuse to submerge my hand to toy with the drain without something like a nuclear-waste-disposal suit on.
At least it’s a clean smell…