Post by Trehmar on Nov 28, 2009 16:12:10 GMT -5
So, I haven't been on since I renewed my account much. I truly intend to play more often as soon as I can; I have tons of great ideas for Barthalus! However, I'm kept from the game by the crazy old lady I'm currently working for...
As you guys know, I'm living on the road with my friend Katie and blah blah blah. To ensure some kind of savings for emergencies and whatnot, we're working for her incredibly wealthy grandma in Santa Cruz, California until around Christmas time. She's paying us four hundred dollars a week to help her with all her daily chores and crazy little tasks.
It seems like a lot of money, but we're there 24/7. We've been working for her for a week so far, and got our first day away from her house today. It seems like a simple thing right? To ask for a day off. When I told her our plan to go to the beach and chill in some WiFi cafe she grew dark and grim, her withered features turned downward in a terse frown of foreboding darkness. She said, "I must warn you... if you leave tomorrow... you could lose it all." I thought for a second I was Luke being warned not to go to Bespin. Honestly.
"lolwut gramma?"
My car is shitty. The hood doesn't latch so I'm holding it down with a bright orange strap. Montana has deer issues... Anyway, because of this, she thinks the police are going to pull me over. It's possible, but honestly, I'm the kind of person that just lets life happen. I'm not going to spend six hundred dollars to fix my hood and I can't afford a new car. But I just needed to fucking leave that crazy loon for a day!
Everything I do is judged by her. I washed my hands so I could grab a block of cheese to cut a slice off for my sandwich and she gave me a thirty minute lecture on the dangers of touching cheese. She's obsessed with disease and survival. She's 82 years old and quakes in fear at every little thing. Katie and I counted 23 seconds as her record of not speaking while in 'conversation' with another person.
Anyway... that's my story. I miss you guys and hope to be online when the holidays roll around!
As you guys know, I'm living on the road with my friend Katie and blah blah blah. To ensure some kind of savings for emergencies and whatnot, we're working for her incredibly wealthy grandma in Santa Cruz, California until around Christmas time. She's paying us four hundred dollars a week to help her with all her daily chores and crazy little tasks.
It seems like a lot of money, but we're there 24/7. We've been working for her for a week so far, and got our first day away from her house today. It seems like a simple thing right? To ask for a day off. When I told her our plan to go to the beach and chill in some WiFi cafe she grew dark and grim, her withered features turned downward in a terse frown of foreboding darkness. She said, "I must warn you... if you leave tomorrow... you could lose it all." I thought for a second I was Luke being warned not to go to Bespin. Honestly.
"lolwut gramma?"
My car is shitty. The hood doesn't latch so I'm holding it down with a bright orange strap. Montana has deer issues... Anyway, because of this, she thinks the police are going to pull me over. It's possible, but honestly, I'm the kind of person that just lets life happen. I'm not going to spend six hundred dollars to fix my hood and I can't afford a new car. But I just needed to fucking leave that crazy loon for a day!
Everything I do is judged by her. I washed my hands so I could grab a block of cheese to cut a slice off for my sandwich and she gave me a thirty minute lecture on the dangers of touching cheese. She's obsessed with disease and survival. She's 82 years old and quakes in fear at every little thing. Katie and I counted 23 seconds as her record of not speaking while in 'conversation' with another person.
Anyway... that's my story. I miss you guys and hope to be online when the holidays roll around!
