Every Single Day… I Am Cheap And See-Through…

Saturday and Sunday were garage sale days.  I made a grand total of $18.  Whoopie… ?  Seriously, though, I only made $18, and my mom made even less.  So instead of trying to sell everything again, we’re going to give it all to charity.  Believe me, I’m not really all that charitable of a person, so don’t say encouraging, kind things about it.  I’m mostly doing it because I hate garage sales as is, and don’t want to spend another weekend wondering if anyone will even attempt to find our house because it’s fucking stupidly out of the way.

Anyways, it started pouring rain Saturday around 3.30 in the afternoon, and I sat there for a minute or two just looking at it, and thought, "what am I doing here?"  So I jumped up and ran out of the garage and stood in the rain – it was freezing cold and pelting down on my bare arms – and got soaked through my shirt and my hair was dripping and my jeans were soaked about 8 inches up the bottom cuffs.  And it was FABULOUS.  I missed doing that.  I haven’t done that in ages.

My room looks like a warzone, even after we got all the garage sale into the garage, and I refuse to let more than two boxes come back into this room from my mom and aunt.

Saturday night, Erik and I went to go see Pirates 3, but the movie theatre was retardedly busy, and the automatic ticket machines were broken or something, so I said "let’s go see a cheap movie" and we did.  He had wanted to see 300, but I held out and refused, and we ended up seeing Ghost Rider.  Which sucked by the way, but was utterly hilarious in its crapitude.

Anywhore, dinner time.  Bye bye kids.

– symbolistic white walls – matthew good –