one year, rent free living, is now ending feb 20th.
there are plenty of good memories in this shit hole house.
i will miss the roaches, the chronic flea bites, the gaping holes in our wall, the dog vomit on the kitchen floor, nick's vomit on the living room wall, the crusted up socks that were peed on in the corner, explaining to cute boys in my bed that that is not a cat in my closet, but rather a very large cockroach.....
most of all i will miss the fact of having a roof over my head, because i have no fucking idea of where i am going to live, or what i am doing with my life....
there is no point really in staying in orlando, besides the fact that i have friends i love here, and a shitty fucking job, which in this economy, i may want to hold onto.
in other news, i just found a free sample in my cabinet of self tanning lotion. maybe this will disguise the flea bites that are taking forever to fade.
at least ill be a homeless girl with no clue what to do, but ill have beautiful summer glow like the bottle promises me.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
rip gross fridge
so, i tried hacking into casey's gmail account so i could post it under her name, but the password's "oscar", "pickles" or "nazis" didnt work, so i gave up trying to hack into it. but she did write it up, she just never posted it because she is too busy cuddling her new boyfriend, where as i have to much time on my hands.
not like anyone actually reads this, but, i want to keep the grotesque accounts of our household updated.
so in casey's words:
Today we decided it was time to rid our house of one of its best exhibits. When our refrigerator broke down on us, we thought the best thing to do was to abandon all leftover food inside, tape up the doors and let it sit in the house during the hot summer for 6 months. Apparently, this was not the best things to do but it did bring a bit of attention to our house. People would tell their friends about it and dares were made to open the death box. Luckily, no one took the dare. Even the most disgusting and lacking in common sense of our friend wouldn’t go near it. We eventually got a baby refrigerator which would hold about 2 beers and some broccoli. About 2 weeks ago one of Karen’s rats died, this initially did not bring about any suspicion since most of us have no idea how any of our animals remain alive in the house. But when the other rat died the following morning Karen decided to go to an old friend who specializes in all kinds of disgusting pranks, ….all while making time to teach English at a university. He said that the refrigerator might have something to do with the deaths. He said a number of noxious gases could be escaping from the frig. Perhaps even anthrax. So, of course, even with this news no one really jumped into any kind of action. We let the frig sit for two more weeks when we decided one Sunday morning it was time. We all donned rags over our mouths while Karen dressed in some kind of biohazard attire. The frig wasn’t going without a fight. It took all of us to get it through the door while it leaked some kind of black death tar. We dropped it a few times on the way to the curb as well. It took great strength not to leave it in front of our neighbors place, but we eventually made it to the curb. We were also got mocked by a bunch of middle aged cyclists riding by witnessing the event, but we didn’t care, we had won. With it gone the household has some mixed feelings. Nick thinks that we might gain strength and feel better then we have ever felt. Mark, on the other hand, thinks that we might have awoken or some kind of other health hazards …
not like anyone actually reads this, but, i want to keep the grotesque accounts of our household updated.
so in casey's words:
Today we decided it was time to rid our house of one of its best exhibits. When our refrigerator broke down on us, we thought the best thing to do was to abandon all leftover food inside, tape up the doors and let it sit in the house during the hot summer for 6 months. Apparently, this was not the best things to do but it did bring a bit of attention to our house. People would tell their friends about it and dares were made to open the death box. Luckily, no one took the dare. Even the most disgusting and lacking in common sense of our friend wouldn’t go near it. We eventually got a baby refrigerator which would hold about 2 beers and some broccoli. About 2 weeks ago one of Karen’s rats died, this initially did not bring about any suspicion since most of us have no idea how any of our animals remain alive in the house. But when the other rat died the following morning Karen decided to go to an old friend who specializes in all kinds of disgusting pranks, ….all while making time to teach English at a university. He said that the refrigerator might have something to do with the deaths. He said a number of noxious gases could be escaping from the frig. Perhaps even anthrax. So, of course, even with this news no one really jumped into any kind of action. We let the frig sit for two more weeks when we decided one Sunday morning it was time. We all donned rags over our mouths while Karen dressed in some kind of biohazard attire. The frig wasn’t going without a fight. It took all of us to get it through the door while it leaked some kind of black death tar. We dropped it a few times on the way to the curb as well. It took great strength not to leave it in front of our neighbors place, but we eventually made it to the curb. We were also got mocked by a bunch of middle aged cyclists riding by witnessing the event, but we didn’t care, we had won. With it gone the household has some mixed feelings. Nick thinks that we might gain strength and feel better then we have ever felt. Mark, on the other hand, thinks that we might have awoken or some kind of other health hazards …
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
biggest loser in the cockroach farm
our fatty household has been on a diet for a week.
once a week we have a fat day, as to not feel oppressed.
doodie wants to get rid of his distended gut.
mark wants to be army standard fit, and not look like a large baby.
i want to loose my muffin top, and increase my odds of finally getting a hot date.
casey wants to woo her students. haha.
once a week we have a fat day, as to not feel oppressed.
doodie wants to get rid of his distended gut.
mark wants to be army standard fit, and not look like a large baby.
i want to loose my muffin top, and increase my odds of finally getting a hot date.
casey wants to woo her students. haha.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Casey Shreds
So, I bought a new skateboard the other day and Casey decide she was going to show me how to manual. Here are the results:
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