I used to live at Lisa's House (Huish). She is the illest of the ill (and I mean that in sick terms, you know rad-talk...dogg). She is an amazing human being and let me stay at her house free for a year. I just made some food that she pretty much never ate and bought groceries that only I consumed and cleaned up as much as I could whilst going through the insanity that was escuela (is that how you spell it? correct me Spanish friends!). One day she had a buddy over and they were up forever. I hadn't slept in three days trying to get all that work done so it was time to sleep whether I liked it or not. Since i slept on the couch-bed that was more like a bowl than a flat surface (levels would just burst into one thousand pieces if you tried to place it on this mattress it was so curved) and they were watching the boob-tube on it, I posted my sleeping bag on the floor. Next morning I woke up to a dog trying to creep her way into the bottom of my pack (which freaked me out more than when I found out who framed Rodger Rabbit) and a poop right by where my head was rested all night. Double scared that morning. ever afraid you won't wake up for an important endeavor in the morning? well i know just the thing...
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