the story of how the house got to smelling of bleach at midnight:

there was an unplanned kitchen bleaching.
because of all the poison we sprayed everywhere
to kill the cockroaches
who came out of the piece of free furniture which we discovered and dragged home in two awkward and adventurous trips

and heaved into the house
and 20 seconds into the initial cleaning of said furniture it was apparent. crawling. icky. shudder-worthy even.

i'm a dead shot with a can of roach poison. (har har)
john stomped on some
it was a fire fight!! (conjure if you will, willem dafoe, on his knees, in the boondock saints)

Dear people who put furniture on the side of the road marked "FREE"
if it is infested with cockroaches, it would be nice of you to warn us.
i guess its not Required. whatever. so we doused it in a healthy dose of Raid and dragged it out into the back yard where it will remain until we are able to firebomb that shit and make it liveable.

Because once i get over the squickiness ofitss former life, its and AWESOME ANTIQUE KITCHEN COUNTER>
YESSS

also tonight was bike riding and frisbee and skinning my knees and Derek and kyle and john and mario and bike riding and it was an excellent day. FRIGG YESS>

ok john just put in the boondock saints. see ya later.