God, if ya ain't too busy...
I might need ya a little today.
Due to a case of severe (and chronic) screwing off, I now have less than 24 hours to do the following...(I am such a pain in my own ass!): Clean this entire hours. Dishes, laundry, catboxes...everything.Go to numerous (usually at least two, Thank God they're near each other) different drug store to get the shit I hafta have to re-do my nails. (I can't believe I just typed that, let alone admiting that I actually do do foo-foo shit like that, but I do. God...)
Go to the grocery store for more than just a coupla things.
Go to Walmart, because they are the only people on EARTH who stock my vacuum cleaners bags and I've emptied and reused the last one I've got about 7 times now and I'm officially tired of it.
Start all this off by going all the way down 611 to the freakin' turnpike area to get two checks cashed.
At 5:00pm, I have to go park cars again. (I think I'm getting to be too good at this. I haven't been spending much time on tractors lately. Damn it.)
'The kid' will be here before I get done out there, so I hafta do all that shit by before 5:00. Then, after I'm done, I'll come back here and finish tweaking it because "Y'all know who" is supposed to be here tomorrow. (Here's a hint: ACK, GAG, PEE-UKE...)
Then, I'm gonna be here and sleeping after that and hopefully, by some time before they get here, I'll be out in the wood, in a deerstand with a big-ass, thermal-type cuppa coffe, my Walkman, about 10 CD's, a book or two and something to snack on, like Pop-tarts or something. 'Cause, I'm not gonna stay here and deal with the corpse. Or the necropheliac. EW. Whew. Light a candle for me...preferrably a scented one! I'll be around (like horse poop at a race track...)
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