Normally I'm not one for pop-culture music, especially pop-culture music which condones drinking and sex. I hate the lyrics, but I love the music itself and her voice, yup. I have virtually emptied my subject bag. Things to talk about have thinned, yes. Blogs which pick one subject and just rant about that are kind of everyday and boring. Right? Can we please think outside the box?
SIMS has been off for a couple of days now. I think my obsession is deteriorating and that I can start to think clearly once again!
Last night's storm was ridiculous! For two FUCKING hours I was not allowed sleep by my dog. Yeah, that big, bully labrador I often show pictures of (I would show more but she runs away from my phone or camera). She would nudge me every time I would doze back off. Bitch (pun intended). The dog on my floor, cat on my bed, I was awake from 2AM until 5:30AM where the storm finally passed and the dog left me so nonchalantly I wanted to sit beside her and every time she would doze off, I would shake her awake. Haha.
Yesterday, at work, the brick layers were there and ... Wow, is the only expression I can think of to describe those men.
Here's why:
1 - The bricker on top started throwing bricks and other various work objects down to the man on the bottom... FROM TWO STORIES HIGH. The man on the bottom, "Hey, watch it man! I'm fucking down here!"
2 - While three mean were two stories high on the scaffolding, a man on the bottom was taking apart certain bars from the scaffolding bottom and trying to add something or another to it.
A man on the scaffolding while the man is taking bars out, "Hey, you're making it wobbly!"
Another man on the bottom, "Then stand still!"
...
Hahahahaha. It was hilarious.
Since my cat was moved in with me in my room, his little condo and all, there are a jar full of cute moments a day:
He's laying his little man jaw on the windowwwwww.
He's not anymore, he's sleeping with a leg hanging off his cat condo.
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