no, i'm not really feeling too whimsical, but whatever. anyways, so my car got it's windshield smashed, and we went to autopac today, and they're going to fix it, but it's on plessis, and they're making sure it was vandalism. meh. yeah. so a couple days ago some lady hit us in chris's car, i don't know if i wrote about it. but yeah. it's going to autopac next monday. things are going okay. chris works for nine an hour, but from like, 6 am to 430 pm. mrah. stupid sears. i have to work on thursday, but only 1 till 5. anyways, so on saturday adrian had some friends over and this stupid kid, 16 only, smashed our front door window and was punching cars and shit. so i called the cops, and adrian went and picked him up. then he demanded that he be let inside and said he had to sleep at our house. i was like, no fucking way and i was screaming at him and freaking out, and then i called the cops again cause he wouldn't stop yelling at me, and let him in anyways when i went into the back porch. the damn drunken kid jumps out adrian's window, and i'm outside waiting for the cops, and he comes shambling back to our house, and the cops grabbed him and threw him on the ground. whatever. i hate having a room mate. it sucks. he punched a whole bunch of holes in the walls, which i had to cover with pictures. and then today we were going to chris's parents house, to do laundry, and we were going to go but then chris had to get adrian, and we were going to take the dogs with us, but then adrian started freaking out. "you guys are so fucking stupid, blah, blah, blah" fuck you!! all cause he didn't want to sit in the back. "the cops will be like, there's no seat belts in the back, and there's two dogs." so? what do the dogs need seat belts for? there'd only be a ticket for adrian not having a seat belt. and then he says that we'd be the ones paying the ticket cause it's our car. what? he has his license, so he'd be issued the ticket. i'm not paying a ticket all cause he wanted to come here instead of going to his own parents house to do his laundry. wait.. his mum kicked him out so she could marry some rich guy! what a jack ass. i hate him. rawr. anyways.. the dogs were outside yesterday in the rain, and they dug a pit, which filled with water. needless to say, when they came inside the house, i didn't own golden retrievers anymore- they were black labs. and i mean black! i had to wash nicki for ten minutes, and the water was still running off her kinda brown and icky. and poor frankie had dirt up her nose and such. my little fluffy bastard babies. then they ripped apart my pillow yesterday.. and ate chris's hat today, and a tupperware lid. oh, and chris got me a bunny for easter, and he found it outside in the mud pit, buried. so now i have to wash it. craig, our landlord, was supposed to come by yesterday at 4 pm to look at the crack in the house's foundation, but we waited until 8 pm, and he never showed. we also called a bunch of times. what a fucker. i hate waiting for people like that. it makes me mad, cause i had things to do, rather than wait around for my slum landlord. he's an asshole. anyways, i think the dryer's almost done, so maybe we can go home soon, and i can lounge on the couch.. or actually go to sleep cause i'm dead tired. the one, the only, laura michelle*