Mood: I want to go home...
iTunes: Nothing
We left a message for him today written in pennies and bottle caps. I'm just waiting for him to get so irritated he starts leaving angry messages written in rocks on my trunk or something, because then I could accuse him of having conversations with pine needles and bottle caps.
Today after work I have to go help Zanna move into her new room. It should be a good time, except that the landlords SUCK and decided not to replace the disease-ridden carpet and paint the baby-food stained walls or replace the melted tile. I was over there last Wednesday, and the place was DISGUSTING. I know the landlords pretty well too, and I can say that I'm not surprised they're not doing anything like making it presentable. They're a little bit unsavory and actualyl just plain weird. They cut their daughter's hair with a Flobee.
Or however you spell it. Either way.
-megan.
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