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Articles: Murphys Motherfucking Law |
Posted by
Vampcourt on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 12:53 PM PST
I just had the funnest vacation. I enjoyed myself alot. And then.... AND THEN... I come home and shit is dropped into my lap...
I went out to the west coast to see a group of friends and hang out. I went dancing and got silly drunk and made some new friends along the way. I even got to catch Spike and Mike's Sick and Twisted Film Festival. (You alll most go see.. its on the west coast right now..) I had many funny experiences and i even got my frend james to skip down the street in Portland screaming hello to random people.. It was beautiful.
but...
It all came to a end when i left wensday afternoon.. First off.. my first flight off from portland to MinniSODA.. Screaming babies. Screaming babies and parents irritating the screaming babies more so that they would cry more. I watched this man have his son in his lap.. the child would cry.. and then the dumb shit would slap his hand again to make him cry more.. WHAT THE FUCK?! Its like hello? i think the poor kid is angry enough and your making everybody MORE miserable by slapping his hand. I seriously wanted to tell the guy off. but the whole making disturbence in the plane thing wouldnt blow over to well.
And then..the second flight from minniSODA to conneticut I had this woman who i can only describe as that woman from that movie fargo.. That accent.. but not only that accent... that accent and her talking about plane crashes.. THE ENTIRE FLIGHT. I sat there.. wishing i had brought sleeping pills.. Or something to knock me out.. just so i dont have to hear that. GOD people are FUCKED up.
So i get home. all is well. I have calmed down. I have forgotten my little miseries on the plane and then i go to check my phone messages...
"Uh. hi courtney.. this is your landlord Mike.. yeah.. i just wanted to let you know that i sold the house this week.. yeaahh.. and your to be out of the apartment by april 30th.. sorry for the inconvienience.. bye now"
Okay.. so i had some idea before i came home that he was gonna sell the house.. But i hadnt any clue i had to be out that soon. Fucker. Now im all panicky and searching for something.. and im really not having very much luck. Ever just want to drop everything and run away?? yeah... thats how im feeling about now... anyway.. thats my little piss and moan...
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Re: Murphys Motherfucking Law
by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com)
on Mar 22, 2002 - 02:25 PM
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Felt like a 2 zillion ton train derailed just as the fun started, flew through the air, it's trajectory identical to your destination, usually home?
Whenever anything is going too good to be true, I SWEAR I can hear a distant toot and ever so often think I see the shadow of an airborne train.
It'll be okay..I don't know what the living situations are like where you are, but it is usually pratically easy to find SOMTHING...even if it's to tide you over until you find a new "home".
Michael lived with some friends of his (hippies, you can imagine...difficult, but GOOD TIMES in that house *sniff*) and they were'nt going to renew the lease and DIDN"T TELL HIM. He found out by listening to the answering machine and finding a message by the landlord about an inspection before they vacate. He was like "HUH?!"
We had three weeks. I found him an apartment he could afford by himself 5 DAYS before their moveout deadline.
Then as we're moving the last of our shit, the landlord shows up with the people that are moving in, we'd just shampooed the carpets and they let their little mongrels run INTO the house that we weren't out of yet, with our stuff still boxed and unboxed, running room to room yelling "this is MY room, this ones MINE!"
He didn't call first, didn't tell us he was bringing them by, was really really rude about it, asking us if we were done yet.
NOW we know why when we moved in, the previous tennents had scrawled "bill is gay" in marker on the garage wall *snort*
The guy was an asshole....I also remember when he dropped by an HOUR before he said he'd be there, and we had to hide the three cats we had (and weren't allowed to have) in MICHAEL'S bedroom, and a certain "agricultural" experiment two of them had grown to a spectacular height in his CLOSET. WE locked the door with michael inside sleeping and I heard them arguing outside in the hall about why he couldn't go in there. They said he was sick with the flu, had been for a couple of days, and was getting the first real sleep he had in days and that NO he couldn't go in, no way, they weren't going to wake him up so he could "inspect" the bedroom. I had all three cats (or was it four?) under the blankets with them, petting them, shushing them so they wouldn't make cat sounds, prepared to toss the notoriously noisy one out the window if push came to shove.
I was FURIOUS that they hid their pot tree...er, plant in his closet...if bill had charged in and inspected the closet door, he'd have found it, and michael could have been put in jail and ruined his life.
I'm telling you, that first month of self sufficient silence was GOLDEN...though we did miss our roomates a lot *sniff*
You'll be okay....there's always apartments and houses for rent, that'll never change.
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Re: Murphys Motherfucking Law
by jadedraven (smithsm@alfredstate.edu)
on Mar 23, 2002 - 04:20 PM
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I feel terrible for you. I have been there, like going on vacation and coming back only to find out that your cat had been let out of the house and gotten hit by a car and had been lying in the street for DAYS because you weren't around (well, at least the poor thing died instantly) I have learned to never utter the phrase "well, at least it can't get any worse" I am checking behind me for some guy in my closet with an axe just for typing that phrase. I have this great pin that I love, and it makes so much sense, I thought I would share
I try to take life one day at a time but lately
several days have attacked me at once
and one more that i have that reminded me of bettie's tale of woe
the light at the end of the tunnel
MAY be an oncoming train
good luck, and I wouldn't worry, things usually have a way of working themselves out in the end, corny but true
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The desperate solution.
by Dolorosa on Mar 24, 2002 - 07:28 PM
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Hey, I got an idea...stop and drop everything, pack it all away and join the navy!! *Twitches, then falls into uncontrollable convulsions of laughter*
But no seriously...*sniff* heehee...Hang in there.
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Re: The desperate solution. by VampCourt (Morbidchic@hotmail.com) on Mar 25, 2002 - 06:21 AM (User info | Send a Message) | *projectile vomits for a good five minutes* |
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Re: The desperate solution. by Dolorosa on Mar 26, 2002 - 06:25 AM (User info | Send a Message) | Oooh...good reaction, trust your gag reflex and you will go far ;) |
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Re: Murphys Motherfucking Law
by DarkTigress (Ask...)
on Mar 24, 2002 - 10:35 PM
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That totally suxx. But, believe me... everyone have or will be there one day too... we all have those days. Just hang in there and things will solve... if not, you could always hunt your landlord down and shoot him *LOL* Naw, sorry... but seriously... you'll see that soon things will be 'fine' again
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