Home Alone

Gillian doesn’t come home from Kearney on Tuesdays.  She has a late class and an early class on Wednesday, so she stays with Sarah’s parents.  That means I have to feed myself dinner, so that means I make a frozen pizza and I don’t have to wear pants while I do it, damnit.  I always burn the roof of my mouth on Red Baron pizza for some reason. My tattoo itches like crazy, I hope that is a good thing.  Gillian did call to talk; apparently Physics is stupid, I beg to differ.  Oh, and I am tied of animals using the bathroom in my garage!  I noticed a puddle under the Falcon this morning, so I did what I always do when I see a puddle in the garage, stick my finger in it and smell it… yep, that’s cat piss!  Olive has peeped in the garage the last two nights, granted she was locked in there all night.

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One Response to “Home Alone”

  1. Ben Says:

    I think it is impossible to wait long enough to eat frozen pizza and not burn your mouth. It just stays hot until the first bite.

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