Rats in Togas and much much more

So about two weeks ago I thought I'd finally do something around the house to give Ray and my mother (yes she was living with us, and yes that's a whole other story) a break from doing all the housework while i sat around and watched reality tv about the playboy mansion or avoided being home (see note re: mother) altogether. Anyway I just 'learned' how to mow this summer, it was always a chore my brother and father undertook growing up, but once Ray corrected my poor turn around technique and showed me how to start the damn thing, i realized i actually kinda liked that whole mowing thing. So I'm out in the yard thinking I'm doing a great thing and almost finished when i inadvertently run over the water meter cap. The mower stops. i give up after trying to restart it a few times and resign myself to letting Ray deal with it. Fast forward two weeks and indeed Ray has dealt with it, since he knows me well enough to know that it'd be about April before I did. Apparently he gets a call today saying the thing is totally broken. what the f? i BARELY run over something and were totally screwed? thats bs. what the hell. i demand a recount. honestly i will feel so bad if i broke the damn thing. who the hell breaks a lawn mower. i know how to mow! Ray taught me! grrrr!

In other news...there's a rat at my work. I probably shouldn't divulge that but there it is. A rat. I've been calling him Larry. I'm about the only person that sits in here quietly so I'm guessing I'm about the only person that ever hears Larry doing his calisthenics or whatever the hell he is doing that is SO FREAKING LOUD! It's like he's got a symphony of plastic bags back there that he's directing. Or he's invited all his rat friends over for a keg party where they all dressed up in saran wrap togas and got wasted on beer thats dripped on the floor. I'm not terrified of rats, but I wouldn't come to Larry's party in a toga either and the fact that this has been going on ALL DAMN DAY is starting to piss me off.

Adam wants to go see the Extraordinaires at the tea bazaar tonight. i wish i was more of a fan of that place. its a bit hot and uncomfortable and filled with 16 year olds smoking hookahs for me. and the sound leaves much to be desired. but theres good people there too. id just rather be somewhere more bar-like i suppose. plus theres apparently something fantastic going on tomorrow night there as well and theres no way i can do two nights in a row there i dont think. well see. i think the tentative plan is to see the aristocrats (i keep wanting to type aristocats after that lame disney movie i never saw but which had a preview on the copy of the lion king i watched a million times in middle school when it was totall cool [i swear] to ironically like childish things like the lion king) and then the show. maybe the supposed hilarity from the former will stave off any feelings of anti (likely spawned by sobriety) during the latter.

And finally.
I got to the gym this morning only to find a friend of a friend im less than friends with. At first I was a little cold--it was the first thing i did all morning, give me a break, but the longer i ellipiticalled the more i realized that if shes here now, shell probably be here again so i better suck it up and be civil before it turns my morning workouts into some kind of perpetually akward terribleness. So we get to chatting after a bit and discuss how she used to work out at night but now with a different work schedule blah blah blah see you tomorrow morning! While simultaneously being a bit bummed I will say that in some kind of sick way it spurred me to work way harder and 'beat' her by getting sweatier/using more weight/staying longer. I relayed the whole thing to adam later on who said it was the dumbest thing hes ever heard. And hes probably right.

dummily yours
the lawnmower extraordinaire