Today e.jo and I were just meandering home in the Beige Hurricane and happened to stumble across someone's discarded art project waiting on the curb to be picked up. Obviously they were waiting for us to drive by and steal it, so we took it home. e.jo wanted to put it in m.cass's room, however I thought he may never forgive me for that. So as we were carrying it into the apartment I noticed there was some fishing line on it. Perfect for stringing it up in the living room on that hook we keep our birdcage without a bird.
We anxiously awaited him to find it, however he had not gotten home before I left for my class. I got a text right as class started saying, "Just terrified by the sculpture!"
I told him I just had to, and he said "Well I peed all over everything, are you pleased with yourself?"
Indeed. Indeed I am.
Now I'm in class, we're on break for a half hour, and conveniently my phone kept vibrating during everyone else's presentations. Not a big deal, until it called harry.potter's ass and then refused to turn off until I punched the screen quite hard with my savage pointer finger.
MY LIFE.
Side note: because my iPhone corrects my spelling errors I now expect all devices to correct spelling errors. Including writing utensils.
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