It was Saturday
A nice warm Saturday
Well i’m sure it was warm outside, i on the otherhand, was happily snuggled in the air con room with the curtains drawn, buried in pillows and duvet
It feels so fucking great to get over a strangling work week and not have to deal with any shit till Monday
I had turned down jobs for the weekend, my first time ever doing that
I don’t know, i just didn’t feel like it, i feel like i always take every job i can shoulder
And for once i was telling everybody ‘no, i’m sorry, i already have plans… yeah, nope, really can’t cancel them’, ‘i’m not going to lie to you, i really doubt i can write that for you tomorrow, so you should find someone else to do it instead… yeah… sorry, good luck!’
A weekend all for me. Me me me.
The sun was shining! i’m sure it was outside
I felt great! and lying in bed felt even better
Boyfriend is on the way home with gorgeous fattening fried chicken for me to gobble…
The world is a fabulous place!
Boyfriend came home and handed me the carton of food
“Yum!” i cried out greedily like a little imp
“Yup! Chicken for chicken!”
He calls me Chicken Little. Ha ha ha so funny. Ha ha ha see me laugh.
Then, an atrocity occured
He put his football bag on the bed
The nice clean bed
His football stuff!
The last time he fell asleep on the nice clean bed in his football gear, there was sand all over it!
NoOOoooOooooo….
I stoned and stared at the bag as if he had just placed a toad on it
Toads are icky like dirt. Plus, they spray you with smelly venom as self-defense
A toad on the bed is like dirt
(Chant with me again:) NooOOoOooo…
He caught my look
Which is not very difficult because i make it very obvious
“Get your football stuff off the bed! There’s probably sand on it, right!”
“No, there’s no sand… i played field football today. So there’s only grass.”
“What?!”
Okay. So grass is supposed to be fine. -_-
Why don’t i just bring in My Little Ponies so they can pretend to be eating the grass.
-_-
For a good couple of weeks i haven’t had the apartment keycard with me
Cos previous apartment mate dropped it off in the letterbox…
And God knows why, but the letterbox key doesn’t work
-_- So irritating
I watched Smellie fiddle with it. Tak jadi.
So everytime i went home, i’d either
1. Call him to come downstairs
2. Wait around the doors like a robber till someone else comes by and zaps it open to go in
Damn inconvenient
The other day, QueenKanch was coming over
I bought myself fried chicken and she got a milkshake
Say wanna diet but still can drink milkshake and then blame it all on me *because* i mentioned milkshakes -_-
So anyway, i thought of trying to get the key that day (dunno why i never thought of it before) and scurried off, leaving her to stand by the door lest another resident comes along
I try
I wiggle
I squeeze
And lo and behold!
I could actually fit my whole hand in!
Bloody brilliant, i was so proud of myself
Got out all the mail *and* the key as well *triumphant*
At one point i was thinking, “Tiu… if suddenly my hand cannot come out then we’re really in trouble…!”
