Okay. So. What a life.
The other day Terri and I went over to the plaza across from our house to meet Mark. When we were finished there we walked back through the alley, as per usual, behind the Value Village on Smith in the plaza, and there was the Ugliest but most pimpin' couch I had ever seen, along with a matching chair.
The thing was/is YELLOW (like gold) VELOUR. Can you get any fucking cooler than that? Well, We decided that no.. No you can't. Picked up the couch and started across the street, much to the annoyance of two guys who had just shown up to claim it for their own. So here we are, two girls carrying this sonofabitch of a couch across Smith itself.... Putting it down every three seconds because it WAS really heavy but I'll admit we're wimpy.
ENTER NATHAN.
Boys save the day so well sometimes.
He pulled up and parked, but he didn't see us, so he started walking over to the house... "NATHAN...!!!"
I yelled and fell down melodramatically on the couch. Hahaha.
So with the help of a man we got it up the stairs quite effectively. No one squashed any fingers or anything.
So then I had to (and yes, HAD TO) spend the whole day rearranging the livingroom to look right with this new addition. I finally got it.
I put the couch on the wall with the window, the TV is over on the diningroom wall thing... And then the leather chairs are beside the couch. Its spacey but still intimate. I like it.
It's looking like a real livingroom finally. And so goes it when you're poor white trash.
But I don't live in Surrey.. and I'm not in East Van anymore. Parts of Coquitlam are nice, I just happen to be in Clifford Olsen's neighbourhood.
But we know he ain't here.
I told my grandma that he used to live near here, she said, "Well,,, I think in any neighbourhood if you knew who your neighbours were you'd be scared, so thats alright."
HahahahahahThats our crazy Nana.
Oh. And...
Michelle updated me on the phone last night that Jen had seen teh chalk and that she didn't know what to make of it.
So I trotted my ass down to the net cafe this mornin... Nate's working overtime today, so we hung out for awhile. Paula came in, sat on my bed, had a smoke.
WHICH REMINDS ME.
I awoke this morning with Gordon, Marshall and Nathan in my bed.. Then Andre climbed in... So I look at Nate and laugh and say, "One Bed, Five People....!"
Yah, it'll be awhile before I live that one down.
But they are people. My cats are more my people than my people are my people. I can't even tell you.
Yesterday I spent about an hour and a half taking pictures and cuddling with Mar.
But I was taking about Jen.
So.. From the looks of things, I might've freaked her out a bit.
Meh....
My intentions were good.
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