I like living with you. You make me feel better about my life,
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@susspit-blog
I like living with you. You make me feel better about my life,
The Man of the House, after catching me with a nearly empty ice cream tub on the couch.
After seeing a Mario Party 9 ad...
Me: 80... 80! 80 minigames! Why don't we have this game?!
Batwolf: Because we don't have enough controllers.
Me: Why don't we have enough controllers?!
Batwolf: Because they cost over 60 bucks a pop. That, and $100 for the game. Do YOU have a spare $400 lying around?
Me: No. If I did, don't you think we'd have two Xboxes by now?
Batwolf: WHY?! Why must I put up with this?
Me: Hey, hey! Let's remember that for SOME reason, YOU decided to live with ME.
Batwolf: I THOUGHT YOU'D BE SPENDING MORE TIME IN YOUR ROOM. That's what I was led to believe!
We've had a small mouse problem, here...
On the first day (according to Batwolf):
Batwolf and Man of the House : Pest. Kill it. Traps. Traps and death.
Me: Aww he's so cute! It's not his fault he was born a mouse...
On the second day:
Me: There was another one. In my room. Hm. Well. I don't LIKE killing mice, but since there's more than one I can understand the necessity...
On the third day:
Me: I swear to god, if that mouse comes to visit my room again tonight, I will cut something.
Hey dudettes, any chance I can crash on your couch/floor/face on Saturday night, and possibly Sunday? Because you're awesome, and also I'm awesome, and also I have stuff to do in the city over the weekend. And there is no such thing as a bad reason to visit you people. And I will cook you dinner.
I will discuss this with the others when Batwolf gets home. It's really up to them, I won't be here this Sat/Sun.
Shh. You can hear the dolphins.
Batwolf, shaking a can of tuna next to my ear.
Our house is in the midst of study...
Me: Kill me?
Batwolf: Only if you kill me. Our standard SWOT VAC pact.
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Batwolf: It's not even SWOT VAC. Oh God.
This is actually how every fake argument I have with Batwolf ends:
Batwolf: *Witty comment*
Me: Good, I'm glad we had this talk
Batwolf: *Another witty comment, possibly something disparaging about my person*
Me: You'll be picking many a bean! *walk away*
The Doctor has never really made 2 minute noodles, before. Observe, her efforts.
How each of us feels about our Hipster neighbours
Man of the House: Goddamn Hipster neighbours, stop playing your loud Hipster music at one in the morning!
The Doctor: Goddamn Hipster neighbours, stop playing your repetitive Hipster drum solo all afternoon!
Me: Goddamn Hipster neighbours, stop chilling on your stupid Hipster couch outside our window at this time of night!
Batwolf: butbutbut they also play U2, they can't be ALL bad. D:
I'll bring out the white wine. Quickly, finish your... fruit that is not a pear... PEACH wine.
Thanks for that, Batwolf.
Just stay still and I'll work myself onto you!
The Doctor, showing us why Mario Party 2 for the N64 is still an amazing game.
The story of our Pre-Valentine's Day.
Get some pots and pans...You're a working woman now, you can afford it. Also, I want to see you on Saturday - I didn't see you last weekend because I had a summer subject exam, and now I'm procrastinating studying for the exam (which is in 2 and a half hours) by writing to your tumblr; I don't even know what tumblr IS, or what it's FOR! So, yeah, Saturday you can come to 84 Smith St, or I can go to your place, whatever the address, and one of us will see the other's house. Also it's John. Love!
LOOK AT YOU, TUMBLR'N TO GET IN CONTACT WITH ME.
Come to us, dear. But be forewarned. Jake just bashed his head in on our toilet doorway because, as he says, "this is a house built for midgets", so you'll need to stoop through some doorways. xD
We're the Best Students Ever
Let me take you through last night's meal choice. It was just I and the Man of the House.
The plan started off as, the Man of the House was going to cook for us both while I was at work, and I would have delicious food to return to. Then she realised we had no pots, still, and her plan of pasta was ruined.
So we decided to be lazy and go for fish and chips. But when we got to the store, it was closed. So we went to the other. IT WAS CLOSED TOO.
This was the meal we ended up with, after that:
The green is snow peas to make us feel better about our lives. The wine is a $6 sauv blanc.
We are truly the best students ever.
Are you going to blog about THIS, too?!
Yes. Yes I am, Batwolf.
We Got a Fridge and it Broke Our Souls
You know when you first move into a house and you make a list of all the things you need? I bet 'fridge' is pretty high on that list, yeah? It was on ours.
We were lucky enough for Batwolf to have family members that had a fridge they no longer wanted - we'd get it for free, and get it delivered. THIS WAS SUPER LUCKY.
This is what we got -
It DID have a freezer door when we got it (that part comes later). The delivery man didn't have a trolley. We dragged that bitch from the alleyway out the back, through the yard, and through our back door, only to have it not fit through the kitchen door (fat bastard and skinny doorframe).
Turns out the delivery man just sucked. The Man of the House's father brought a trolley up and the fridge went through like a dream.
Except it stank. BAD. The Man of the House and I, Ollivander, spent TWO GODDAMN DAYS cleaning that monster. It broke us. But finally, it was clean, and we turned it on. THE SMELL LEFT. THE FREEZER GOT COLD. WE BOUGHT A BUNCH OF FOOD AND SHOVED IT IN THERE.
The next day, the fridge died, taking our food and froghurt with it. We died a little inside. Fridgeless again.
Luckily, Batwolf's family JUMPED TO OUR RESCUE and her parents bought us a fridge. It was delivered on Saturday. This is Sir Fridgington -
Sir Fridgington is much nicer and cleaner and he actually works. We thought it was done and dusted, but no, the man who delivered Fridgington was worried he'd cause damage to the house so he didn't take the old fat bastard jerk fridge. He said he'd be back on Sunday with backup.
Batwolf and I took the freezer door off the old fat bastard jerk fridge hoping to make it easier to move - the fridge door wouldn't come off.
The men never turned up on Sunday. We called this morning and I'll be damned if we're not FINALLY getting rid of this monster this arvo.
The Susspit got a fridge and then it broke our souls.
So, have you guys kidnapped an orphan and set him to work in a bicycle-powered generator yet? Because that's the setup we've got, and damn, it saves a lot on the power bill.
God I love you guys. So much.
In answer to your question, no, we do not have an orphan boy powering our house. Perhaps soon. We also may get a puppy!