and i might die soon.
ok, that was overly dramatic. but seriously, i think i should start biking again. my car has turned against me.
take sunday, for example. and keep in mind my gas line was hardly on "E." ill skip the whole car nearly dying on me part and jump straight to when i had to dodge the stop sign (everyone always tells me stopping wastes more gas). lies. because when i did that, i pulled out right in front of a truck and in deadly timing, lost all acceleration. however, some little miracle called combustion must have occurred to give trooper that perfect jolt out of the truck's way and into the gas station. filled 'er on up...you bet i did.
ok so remember how i live with hood rats and peeping toms? well for like the past 2 weeks there has been a smiths cart in mine and taylors backyard (we claim the area behind our windows). and come on...really? like take your freaking cart back. anyways, erika and i took some initiative and moved the cart out to the walkway, stopped it with rocks, and attached the sign. then some hoe-bags came along later and ripped-up our signs and moved the cart back. i think not.
step 2. taylor comes in.so we put this out and within like an hour some chicks put up some sign about us moving it back and having sexy pants. yeah, i know. maybe they're our creepers.
in the end, we moved the cart up to the second floor.
and they moved it back down.
we're currently planning our next plan of attack.
sure, itd make more sense for us to just take the cart back to smiths ourselves, but we are an apartment based on principle...and these girls need some.
no wonder we havent made a friend.
ok i know i look rough in these photos. ut in my defense, i was up at 845 on a saturday morning...and it was snowing. i get credit for standing.so heres me showing off my new headband
side note: with the help of erika, im learning to take sweet photos with my camera. be on the look-out.
well heres to another novel. you people tell me to blog, but you send me no love...and i need some acknowledgment...thats all im saying.
i love you people and miss most of you too.
ok fine. heres my first attempts at photography.
5 comments:
it boils down to this:
the complex has to be burned down.
i know. i know. it sounds dramatic. but i think we all know we would be doing provo a favor.
theres a purpose and a moral: pick up after yourself and dont mess with us.
im so glad that tutu gets so much use.
Frankly, you could call the grocery store and tell them that there are girls in your complex who have stolen a cart from them and you don't want to see it anymore. The store will take care of it. Though, I do always enjoy hot girls to hoes rivalry (you ladies being the hot girls and the others being the hoes). Also, I would like one of those headbands please. Make my flower just a tad smaller. Thank you. I will be waiting for it. And also, I comment on your blog. Maybe you should start commenting on mine. Hmm...well Carson told me to tell you heyyyy girl. Love ya.
And woops. This is Megan. I forgot to sign out of Adams name.
Megan just said that her blob child spoke to you. Weird. I too better be on the flower headband list, smaller flower as well please. And while you are at it, I have a little princess as well, who loves large pieces of crap attached to her head.
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