FIRE BURN
So... my building caught fire today. Actually, it started with the entire elevator shaft (I said... "shaft"
). I live right outside the first floor of said shaft. I guess it spread. Anywhore, 4 fire trucks later someone said, "Ms. Carter, you have to leave." "Well you've got my car blocked in." "Well you must leave." "Well you must move your trucks." "I will not! You must find a way." "Alrighty then, lemme just see if I can shift that baby into 'fly' then." 
"Ms. Carter, this is a serious situation." "And you're a serious jackass." (Some people have NO sense of humor, lemme tell ya.) They wouldn't even let me get my jacket from the car, so I'm standing on the highway I live off of, in short sleeves, teeth chattering, waiting for my mother to come get me. (There's good news. I did this last Xmas when she was "on her way" -they live 2 1/2 miles from me-, and about an hour later she came rolling in. She decided to stop for groceries. Did she bother to call Leigh and tell her? NoOoOoOo. Leigh is psychic and KNEW. *grrrr*) So she eventually shows up, at her leisure, and I had to limp across traffic to her car while impatient assholes beeped. Fortunately I was still incredibly amused by the really touchy fireman, so I didn't care. 
We went to lunch where I ate so much it's not even worth repeating. I'm feelin' it now, and with that comes guilt I won't even start on. Then I decided to do something I've never done. I "Pulled a Trip (my brother)" and was an incredibly foul brat until we went shopping because I only own one pair of jeans that don't fall to my ankles and no sweaters. Now hear me out on this one- I live in a condo. If I were to, say, wash these jeans, I'd have to do so naked. We have no washer/dryer hookup. See the issue? (((Shutup Daniel. ))) So after being bratty to no end for 5 minutes (it was fun, I must do it more often) we went to the mall. She's never spent this much on me. Hence needing to do that more often. I got back here 4 hours after leaving and they were still hosing the place down. 
And I was woken up by it all after 2 full hours of sleep. *yawns* I'm going to get in my unblocked car (fuckem very much) and steal chili from my dad.
So... my building caught fire today. Actually, it started with the entire elevator shaft (I said... "shaft"
). I live right outside the first floor of said shaft. I guess it spread. Anywhore, 4 fire trucks later someone said, "Ms. Carter, you have to leave." "Well you've got my car blocked in." "Well you must leave." "Well you must move your trucks." "I will not! You must find a way." "Alrighty then, lemme just see if I can shift that baby into 'fly' then." "Ms. Carter, this is a serious situation." "And you're a serious jackass." (Some people have NO sense of humor, lemme tell ya.) They wouldn't even let me get my jacket from the car, so I'm standing on the highway I live off of, in short sleeves, teeth chattering, waiting for my mother to come get me. (There's good news. I did this last Xmas when she was "on her way" -they live 2 1/2 miles from me-, and about an hour later she came rolling in. She decided to stop for groceries. Did she bother to call Leigh and tell her? NoOoOoOo. Leigh is psychic and KNEW. *grrrr*) So she eventually shows up, at her leisure, and I had to limp across traffic to her car while impatient assholes beeped. Fortunately I was still incredibly amused by the really touchy fireman, so I didn't care. We went to lunch where I ate so much it's not even worth repeating. I'm feelin' it now, and with that comes guilt I won't even start on. Then I decided to do something I've never done. I "Pulled a Trip (my brother)" and was an incredibly foul brat until we went shopping because I only own one pair of jeans that don't fall to my ankles and no sweaters. Now hear me out on this one- I live in a condo. If I were to, say, wash these jeans, I'd have to do so naked. We have no washer/dryer hookup. See the issue? (((Shutup Daniel. ))) So after being bratty to no end for 5 minutes (it was fun, I must do it more often) we went to the mall. She's never spent this much on me. Hence needing to do that more often. I got back here 4 hours after leaving and they were still hosing the place down. And I was woken up by it all after 2 full hours of sleep. *yawns* I'm going to get in my unblocked car (fuckem very much) and steal chili from my dad.