curbdrop out of grace

i need you like i need sourballs

man, i am so sore. i helped my friend sara move out of her apartment into a new one yesterday morning/afternoon. it was a long process from just after 10am until about 3:30pm. today, my muscles are crying out in angst.

she moved because she wanted to get a puppy. i guess that'a great reason.

sara and jen are afraid to sleep alone. they are afraid of intruders. that suprises me sort of. because something, at some point in time, did some thing to their heads making them paranoid of rape kill rapes. i don't know what, but it's intriguing.

i mean i hate sleeping alone or being in a house alone, except then i can pump up the porn and not worry about being caught jerking off onto my roommates' toothbrushes and facial washes.

i stay over at squirrel's/goldbond's house way too much on the weekend. it's every friday and every saturday. seriously. i wish the couch i always crash on was about 3 inches longer. that way my neck wouldn't scrunch up on the edge.

i'm actually pretty particular about sleeping. here are a number of things i need in order to sleep well at nite:

1. socks on my feet
2. some sort of blanket to cover my legs and chest
3. a special pillow for my neck/back
4. a bonus pillow for inbetween the legs
5. a disappointing reason to end the nite/go to sleep

posted by fillshe @ 9:07 AM